Chapter 13 13: Sweet Dreams.

I was so drunk to even get dressed, that I lazily slumped on the chair in front of the dresser, slightly regretting that I drank too much wine to the extent I couldn't even change into my favorite pajamas.

Sighing, I reached for a hairbrush and struggled to tame my extremely tangled hair until they succumbed and fell neatly against my back, not a single hair out of place. With the aid of the hair dryer, I proceeded to dry my hair.

The silence in the bedroom was making my eyelids heavy. I wanted to sleep now but I fought the urge to. Not yet, I still needed to dry my hair which was a tedious task considering how long it was.

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