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 dizzy!”

at Lisa

someone… deliberately pretending to

silent and

continued humming,

have

innocently, looking

that didn’t

right. Polly’s advice

should consult the harem spirit.

disheveled hair, lazily reaching for

straighten up, her waist was gripped

back into his arms but found that she

little at times like this. You don’t have to stand so

replied, “Oh…

quickly made a

chuckled and let go of

fool was the king of

this time, nothing had

was overthinking. Today, before Lisa left, she had said not to waste anything, and she ended up drinking both bottles of

wasn’t drunk, but

off his tie and placed it in the closet, then removed his wristwatch and neatly put

the door of the closet, watching him, tilting

puzzled and disappointed—she realized she still couldn’t be

what could she

thought it was good enough to stay by his side

now, Lisa felt that her greed had

absentmindedly touched

her, the things she should have grown didn’t, and the things she shouldn’t have grown

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

sank into self-doubt and

with her head down, pouting, seeming a little

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