Sophia had made her bold declaration.

However, the reality was that among the four of them, only she had truly drunk too much.

Celitia and Benita had restraint and didn't drink too much; Shanie was truly blessed by the god of wine—no matter how much she drank, she never showed the slightest sign of intoxication.

Only Sophia, who refused to admit defeat but lacked the constitution for it, had definitely drunk too much.

After seeing off Shanie and Benita, who were still full of energy, Celitia closed the villa's front door.

Looking back at Sophia sprawled on the sofa, she let out a long sigh.

Although she had said earlier that if Sophia really got drunk, she wouldn't take care of her...

But in this situation now, there was no way she could just leave her alone.

Celitia resignedly walked over, bent down, and reached out to shake Sophia.

"Sophia? Are you still awake?"

"Mm?"

The girl let out a syllable from her nose, opened her hazy drunken eyes, and stared at her with her head tilted.

"If you're still awake, go sleep on the bed," Celitia persuaded. "It's cold now, sleeping here will make you catch cold."

"No!"

The drunk Princess was much more domineering than when sober. She suddenly reached out, hugged Celitia's neck, and forcefully pulled the girl down.

Celitia was caught off guard, fell into Sophia's embrace, her head hitting the sofa behind her, causing a wave of dizziness.

"What catching cold—I'm about to die from the heat."

Sophia held Celitia and refused to let go, rubbing her head against the soft part of her chest and taking a deep, intoxicated breath.

"Cool, soft, fragrant, so comfortable to hold... mm..."

Although she was being taken advantage of, there was no point in arguing with this drunk.

Celitia was both amused and exasperated, and with great effort, she pried open Sophia's arms that were wrapped around her.

She used all her strength, trying to drag Sophia up from the sofa.

"Be good, go sleep on the bed."

"No!"

Sophia shook her head like a rattle drum.

"With this body of mine, smelling of both sweat and alcohol, I'm not going to sleep on the bed."

As a Princess, Sophia had quite a bit of cleanliness obsession, and now she absolutely refused to go back to sleep.

Celitia pondered for a moment and proposed another solution: "Then go take a bath, I'll get your clothes for you."

Hearing about bathing, Sophia agreed this time and nodded obediently.

Drunk as she was, Sophia at least retained some consciousness and wasn't completely out of it.

She stood up from the sofa, shook her head, and walked dizzily toward the bathroom.

Celitia wasn't quite at ease and instructed: "Only shower, no soaking in the bath."

The bathroom on the villa's first floor was quite large. Besides the shower area, there was also a bathtub that could seat two to three people.

This was connected to underground hot spring water, and Sophia liked to fill a pool of hot water when she had nothing to do, soaking comfortably inside.

"I know!" Sophia impatiently waved her hand at her.

Celitia went up to the second floor and searched Sophia's bedroom for a long time before finally finding the clothes she needed.

Sophia just wasn't someone who knew how to tidy up—she left things everywhere, often not even knowing where they were herself.

"Phew... with the room in such a mess, how does she manage to tolerate it?"

Forcibly suppressing the urge to clean up Sophia's room, Celitia hugged the clothes and returned to the first-floor bathroom.

"Sophia?" Celitia knocked on the door. "I brought your clothes. Do you want me to bring them in, or should I leave them at the door?"

After knocking three times with no response from inside, Celitia suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Pressing the door handle, she found the bathroom door wasn't locked. Celitia hurriedly rushed in.

Rising steam filled the entire bathroom. Celitia turned to look at the bathtub and indeed found a drowsy Sophia in the tub.

"I told you not to soak in the bath," Celitia said angrily. "Why didn't you listen?!"

Placing the clothes on the sink by the door, Celitia hurriedly walked to the bathtub.

Her discarded clothes were piled beside her, and the girl sat in the center of the bathtub, her head nodding bit by bit, about to fall asleep.

With steam rising, the girl's pearly white skin was hidden beneath the rippling water, every secret of her body looming tantalizingly.

Forcibly averting her gaze from the girl's body, Celitia crouched down and reached out to shake Sophia's shoulder.

"You can't sleep, Sophia, get up quickly!"

"Mm... Lily..."

Sophia smacked her lips and barely opened her eyes, looking at Celitia with a silly smile.

"How did you come too... want to soak together?"

The hot bathwater accelerated blood circulation, further stimulating the alcohol she'd consumed. Sophia's mind was now completely unclear.

"Soak what? Get up quickly!"

Celitia tried to pull Sophia up from behind, but couldn't move her due to lack of leverage.

She immediately became frustrated and simply took off her outer dress, leaving only her undergarments, and stepped into the bathtub.

Half-kneeling in the tub, embracing the girl's body from underwater, Celitia used all her strength trying to lift Sophia out of the bathtub.

However, her arm strength was clearly insufficient, and Celitia couldn't lift her.

Just as she was considering other methods, Sophia suddenly reached out to wrap around Celitia's neck and whispered in her ear:

"Lily, you haven't soaked in a bath before, have you? Let me tell you, you don't need to wear undergarments when bathing!"

With that, Sophia mischievously untied the straps behind Celitia's back and pulled off her chest binding in one motion.

"Wah!"

Celitia was startled and, not caring about anything else, frantically tried to grab her chest binding.

Sophia smiled craftily, casually threw the binding far away, and with a turn, sat on Celitia's legs, pressing her against the edge of the pool.

"Sophia!"

Celitia was angry, anxious, and embarrassed, tightly hugging her chest with both hands, her face completely red with embarrassment, almost dripping blood.

Sophia was already stronger than her, and even stronger when drunk, pressing Celitia so she couldn't move.

"Stop fooling around and let me go!!"

Celitia was filled with regret—she shouldn't have let Sophia go bathe—no, she shouldn't have let her drink!

Who knew this person not only couldn't handle alcohol but also had such poor drinking behavior!!

"How am I fooling around? I just want to bathe with you..."

Sophia was completely unaware that this wasn't a normal bathing position at all.

She straddled Celitia's legs, arms around her neck, her head gradually getting closer and closer to Celitia.

In Sophia's eyes, only those two rosy lips remained.

Her lips were somewhat thin, not very full, and always managed to say things that infuriated people half to death.

But at this moment, under this surrounding misty steam, they appeared so alluring.

She really wanted... to have a taste.