Chapitre 363: Chapter Three Hundred And Sixty-three: Healthy Stamina

Reina's point of view:

"Where the hell was I?" 

My brain was foggy as I slowly roused from sleep. Then It dawned on me with the messy sheet and hair, where I was and what I had done. My honeymoon with my husband, Niklaus. 

"Aww!" I groaned, a piercing pain going through my head. Gosh, why was I such a masochist? It was clear to me that alcohol messes me up and yet I still go back to it. Am I a sucker for pain or something? 

"You're awake," Niklaus came into the bathroom looking all robust and radiant. 

"This is so unfair," I frowned, checking him out. 

"What is unfair?" he asked, with brows knitted together perplexed. 

I leaned closer, "Why do you look so good and strong upon what we did last night while I look like shit?" 

"Because you drank?" he stated with a smirk. 

"You're of no help at all," I groaned, throwing myself back on the bed. 

"You should go wash up, you stink,"