Chapter 277 Are You Sexually Dysfunctional

Lucian didn't know if she understood, but she obediently sat still. He held her, and she didn't resist.

She wasn't exactly light, and it was manageable under normal circumstances. However, when drunk, it was a bit of a struggle.

As Lucian began to lift her, his arms and legs turned weak, and they both tumbled onto the sofa. Fortunately, the apartment belonged to Paul, and he had chosen quality furniture.

The sofa was wide and soft, so when Lucian fell, he used his elbow to cushion the impact and didn't fully fall on top of Calista.

He propped himself halfway, looking down at the quiet woman beneath him. Calista's eyebrows and eyes were red. Her gaze towards him was different from her usual rejection and mockery.

Lucian's long fingers slid along the contours of her face, "What if it never works out between us? Will you still want me?"

Calista tilted her head, probably annoyed that he had disturbed her sleep. Lucian chuckled lightly with a hint of self-deprecation.

"But you did