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She discovered something, Wyatt Wright, after drinking, was very obedient.

He sat very straight, not letting anyone notice his abnormal state, an empty bottle lying on the floor, while they both sat on the carpet.

Rae Bennett propped herself up with her hands, her body leaning forward as she crawled over to him with a half-kneeling posture, trying to see Wyatt whose eyes were blurred by the mist.

"Wyatt," she crawled forward like a cat, "are you drunk?"

Wyatt nodded: "I'm drunk."

Her eyes were clear and kind as she kneeled there. If she were a demon, then she was the purest one when first entering the world: "Then do you still recognize me?"

Wyatt nodded again: "You are Rae Bennett."

At night, the girl's voice was ethereal, like a bewitching sound ringing at his ear.

"Who is Rae Bennett?"

Wyatt's eyes and brows were calm as he sat upright, answering whatever she asked: "My girlfriend."

If she kissed him, he would obediently open his mouth.