You Are The Apple of My Eyes

Chapter 650 Have A Bite

Leon knew it was a trap, yet he didn't refuse. Nevertheless, he decided to drag Wynn and Bryant into the mire.

During the first round, four people raised their glasses while Michelle drank some juice. Everyone seemed to be having a good time.

In the second round, Wynn drank a toast to Leon and Bryant for they treated him to dinner.

However, during the third round, things began to change.

Wynn raised a toast to Leon for their brotherhood. After a while, Bryant did the same.

This feast was meant for Wynn. However, these two men were acting as though it was all for Leon.

How could Leon allow them to make a fool of him? He found many excuses to avoid drinking.

Still, he had a few glasses and started to feel dizzy. In his drunken state, he couldn't possibly deal with the other two men.

Even though he wasn't that drunk, he could already feel his mental faculties slip away. This was Wynn and Bryant's chance. They were drunk but they didn't forget their mission tonight.

Bryant didn't dare to make things difficult for Leon. He watched on silently as Wynn poured another glass and raised another toast. He lay his head in his palm and pretended he was falling asleep.

"I propose a toast to you as you're older than me."

"Let me propose a toast in honor of your good looks!"

"Your legs are so long. Come on! Have a drink!"

"You're really good at drinking. Let's have another drink."

Leon had never been this drunk, yet he continued to drink with Wynn without thinking clearly.

When both of them were already intoxicated, Wynn's toasts suddenly changed. He started to raise his glass to the good weather, the delicious food in the restaurant, and the beautiful lights outside. In the end, he would raise his glass and shout, "Cheers!"

As the events unfolded, Michelle watched with a stunned look.

Wynn's voice became a megaphone after he was drunk. Fortunately, most of the guests had already left the restaurant. Otherwise, they would've beaten him to silence.

He had always been a carefree person. Whenever he smiled, his white teeth would flash, and his eyes would narrow.

When he could no longer drink, he would try to pour the wine to the floor. However, every time he did this, Leon would catch him with his sharp eyes and pour it in his mouth.

Wynn regretted it.

He didn't want to drink anymore.

Even though he was drunk, Leon still had some control over himself unlike Wynn. He would only turn red and silent.

However, Michelle noticed that he was getting too drunk and began to worry about him. She reached out and pulled his sleeve. "Leon, are you okay? You've had enough to drink. If you keep going, your head will start to hurt really badly."

With drunken eyes, Leon turned and looked at Michelle. However, he was seeing double, which made him so nauseous that he had to look down at his sleeve to feel better.

He saw a small hand which looked very soft. When he started to gain his bearings, he caught it with one swipe. Leon fluttered his eyelashes and mumbled, "It's so soft."

His drunken voice was a little hoarse.

Wynn's eyes widened as he watched Leon holding Michelle's hand.

'Damn it! They are holding hands!

Although I regretted this plan, I have to admit that it was effective!'

Wynn was excited and relieved. He eventually fell on the table as all of the wine that he had been drinking finally caught up to him. Finally, he could close his eyes with nothing to worry about.

Before long, he was already snoring.

"Wynn, are you okay?" Michelle wanted to pull her hand back to see what was going on. But before she could do so, Leon dragged her down to the sofa.

Their shoulders were pressed together, and their hands were clasped tightly.

Leon was drunk and remained silent. He blinked his eyes twice and fell asleep on Michelle's shoulder.

Even though Leon reeked of alcohol, Michelle didn't feel disgusted. She called Leon twice, but she only got two humming sounds from him. Then she called out to Wynn, but he didn't make a sound.

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Michelle was now faced with a problem—how could she get all three of them back home? She was so helpless and worried that all she could do was let out a heavy sigh.

Out of nowhere, a waiter accidentally dropped a glass and was scolded by the manager.

The sound of breaking glass and commotion that followed woke up Bryant.

He started to sober up after taking a short nap. Even though he still felt a little bit drunk, at least he wasn't as drunk as Wynn and Leon. When he opened his eyes, he saw Leon holding Michelle's hand while his body was supported by her small frame.

Bryant's eyes lit up as he finally became sober.

Finally there was progress!

When Michelle saw that Bryant was awake and sober, she happily called out, "Bryant!"

"Oh, are both of them drunk?" Bryant pinched his nose as he stood up. His eyes wandered to Wynn. "Wynn, stay for a while. Michelle, let me help you take Leon out."

"Okay." Michelle shifted her shoulder. "Leon, let's go home and sleep. C'mon, get up."

Leon didn't seem to hear what she said as he arched his head towards Michele's neck. This made Michelle smile. She had never seen him act like a child.

Leon was so cute when he was drunk.

Bryant came over to help and put Leon's arm on his shoulder. After a while, he sent him into the car.

Michelle was so small that she couldn't hold the unconscious man. That was why Bryant had to join her in the car and put Leon to bed before leaving.

The entire time, Leon held Michelle's soft right hand as she laid him on the bed.

Michelle tried to pull her hand away when she suddenly winced in pain. Her four fingers were all squeezed together that her fingertips turned red.

Leon clenched her hand more tightly than ever. The pain was so excruciating that Michelle's eyes began to glisten with tears. "Leon, it hurts."

This time, Leon heard if. "Don't go," he murmured with a frown. Michelle didn't hear him properly. She just saw his frown and guessed that he didn't want to let her go.

"Leon, I'm going to make some soup for your hangover. Then, I'll wipe your face with a towel so that you can sleep well," Michelle explained patiently while she sat on the edge of the bed.

However, Leon didn't believe her. He kept frowning and further tightened his grip until Michelle could only say she wouldn't leave.

The warm light in the room scattered on Leon's handsome face. Even though he didn't smile as he used to, she could still feel his tenderness. It was something that was inherent to him.

Michelle had never seen him close-up. She could only look at him carefully now that he was drunk and asleep.

Leon's skin was white and tender like fresh milk. He looked even more handsome when he was asleep.

He had a straight nose.

His eyelashes were long and upturned.

She looked at Leon's pinkish mouth and wondered if his lips tasted like strawberry jelly.

'Strawberry jelly, oh, I really want to have a bite.' The temptation started to rise within Michelle.

She licked her lips and wanted to have a taste of his lips.