Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

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Bettany chuckled softly, “Can you blow it up a little more?”

‘Being able to eat, drink, and sleep… What kind of description is that?’ Bettany wondered.

However, Lisa was indeed unique. She was no longer the undead she used to be. Her face even had a hint of healthy color, just like any ordinary person’s.

Being able to eat, drink, and sleep together day and night, they hardly noticed any difference. Lisa’s speech became smoother, and her comprehension abilities were now on par with others.

“Except for giving birth, she’s no different from an ordinary person,” Bettany commented unconsciously.

Anthony cleared his throat and averted his gaze. “I’ll go upstairs first.”

As Anthony climbed the stairs, he passed by Lisa’s room and noticed it was quiet inside, which puzzled him.

“Lisa?” he called out tentatively but received no response.

Anthony didn’t dwell on it, assuming she might have gone to the bathroom after having too much to drink.

He returned to his room, loosened his tie, and as he closed the door and turned around, he found Lisa standing right behind it.

Startled, Anthony’s fingers trembled almost imperceptibly.

“Uh, what is it?” he asked.

Lisa clumsily approached, supporting her forehead. “Oh dear, I feel dizzy. I’m drunk!”

With a thud, she fell into Anthony’s arms.

Anthony coughed, “Ahem… Ahem!”

Damn, that nearly gave him tuberculosis.

“Slow down… Be gentle!” he quickly supported Lisa.

Lisa looked up, attempting to make a coquettish expression, but her lack of practice resulted in a rather “ferocious” look on her face.

a headache, feeling

looked at Lisa

she… imitated someone… deliberately pretending to be

silent and

continued humming,

sneered, “You don’t have to go

looking up at

didn’t go as

expected, she was right. Polly’s

the harem

her disheveled hair, lazily reaching for a side table, and swiftly climbed

she could straighten up, her waist was gripped tightly by a

into his

his brow and said, “Lisa, you can move a little at times like this. You don’t have

“Oh…

made

and let go

fool was the king

time, nothing

said not to waste anything, and she ended up drinking

drunk, but he

off his tie and placed it in the closet, then

of the closet, watching

and disappointed—she realized she still

what could she

thought it was good enough to stay by

that her greed had inexplicably

touched

grown didn’t, and the

normal woman would make those “oh’s” and “ah’s,” but she hadn’t learned it at all… Instead, she

sank into self-doubt

saw her with her head down, pouting, seeming a little

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