29 I'll take it seriously.

Nuri’s POV

I heard Sibyl at the door, but when I entered the room, she hid herself in the quilt and pretended to be asleep.

I laughed. Who would sleep with their head under the covers?

I motioned Amy out of the room with my eyes, and then I stood by the bed and looked at Sibyl.

She seems to be competing with me for patience.

“How long are you going to hide under the covers?” I asked her.

She pulled the quilt tighter.

I was afraid she would faint from lack of air, so I reached under the covers and held her hand.

Her body trembled a little when I touched her.

“You're not so shy when you're drunk,” I said, laughing.

I have a picture of her drunk today. Her face was like a red apple, her eyes were wet and her body smelled of alcohol. She's really drunk. She hugged me tightly and said to me in a coquettish voice.

“I don't want you to marry Azaria. I don't want you to marry any other woman.”

“Don't love anyone but me, okay?”

I was stunned. Sibyl has always been a gentle, shy and introverted