Chapter 117 I Think I'm Allergic to Alcohol
- Patricia, who had fallen asleep, was irritated by the disturbance and fumbled her arms around before tossing to the side.
- Hearing her steady breathing, Isaac frowned and called her, "Patricia, wake up…"
- He looked at himself and his face darkened in displeasure. How can she fall asleep when I'm like this? Is she doing this on purpose?