Transmigration to a Beautiful Man
Drunk Harris

Still, he felt the need to do something to distract her. Otherwise, he didn't know what he was going to do.

Pandi on the other hand, was filled with sadness and anger. If he added everything up, he had been dragged in and out of Anita's blocked contact list several times now.

“Can nothing stop you from making trouble again?”

Anita has one leg bent and a cigarette between her fingers.

“I didn't really do anything. Isn't everything going fine? Why are you always so prejudiced against me?”

Pandi was choked by his words for a moment. Then, he became even more angry!

“It's because you do this kind of thing so often that everyone gets used to it! If I don't keep an eye on you, you will fight with your fans on the internet or offend a certain person and end up making trouble!”

Just as Anita was about to reply to Pandi's rant, she happened to catch a glimpse of Haris walking out of the private room.

He was still holding a vodka bottle in his hand. If it was anyone else, they would look like they were preparing for a fight, but when it came to Haris, he made her look much classier, more luxurious.

He was like a medieval European nobleman who woke up in the middle of the night to drink a glass of wine.

Anita hung up immediately. He didn't even bother picking up his phone. Instead, he walked straight towards Haris.

“Why did you come out? Do you need to use the bathroom? The bathroom is there.”

Anita pointed in a certain direction. His hand stopped right next to Haris' cheek.

Haris' eyes were half closed. His gaze followed Anita's movements and finally stopped on her finger.

He looked much more seductive than usual. His appearance sent a sensation through his heart.

Haris' gaze remained there for a few seconds. Then, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Anita's finger.

Anita looked at Haris in surprise, only to find that her eyes were not focused.

"You're drunk."

Haris's face did not turn red when he was drunk. His face and neck were still as white as white as white jade. He doesn't look different than usual. If it wasn't for the vodka smell on him, no one would have known that he was drunk.

Haris grabbed her hand and approached her. Haris was so close that Anita could feel her warm breath on her neck. He could even smell the alcohol from his body.

Haris bowed and slightly tilted his head. His chin was raised right above Anita's shoulder.

Then, he slowly lowered his head until his face was buried in Anita's neck. However, he did not lean completely.

It felt a little more ambiguous than if he was leaning completely.

It was as if Haris was hugging Anita from behind.

Haris follows the shape of Anita's arm. She hugged Anita at the waist and finally leaned herself against Anita's shoulder, wrapping herself around Anita.

She whispered very, very softly into Anita's ear

“What is my name?”

Anita's mind went blank. He subconsciously answered.

“Haris Reynaldi.”

Then, he turned his head and met Haris gaze who was looking at him. Eyes sparkling. Anyone could see how happy he was right now.

Anita felt Haris arm slightly stiffen at her waist. Then, he suddenly let go of Anita and took a step back.

Anita looked at it for a moment. He couldn't say what he was feeling right now. He turned.

Keke didn't come today. He can't leave Haris alone.

Anita is a little afraid to imagine a stranger will take advantage of Haris when Haris is drunk..

He was just about to return to his private room. However, as she turned around, Haris took another step forward and hugged her.

This time his embrace was tighter than before. It was as if he was hugging the only one left.

Haris had always been very calm, as if he didn't care about anything. This time, however, he was very determined.

He said each word one by one.

“Don't leave me.”

“I only have myself left.”

"My company."

“Don't leave me alone.”

"I'm lonely."

Anita didn't know why, but her heart was pounding. He gently began to persuade her.

“Then I won't go. Come home. We don't have to take our stuff, okay?”

Haris does not speak, but she releases Anita. He took two steps back, looking very quiet and obedient.

Anita takes alcohol from Haris' hands. His phone was still on the window sill, but he did not return to retrieve it. He was just happy that his car keys were in his pocket.

They both headed for the parking lot.

Anita's looking for something to say.

“Why are you drunk? How much did you drink?”

Haris thought about it for a moment. Then, he slowly raised three fingers.

Anita looked at the bottle in her hand. The bottle is not that big.

“Three glasses? That's not too bad. You did it well. Three glasses is more than enough.”

"Three and a half bottles, I guess?"

It was actually three and a half bottles. She had two bottles of beer and one bottle of vodka, plus the bottle that anita brought.

Anita gets a drunk Haris into the car. Haris got into the car and leaned back in his chair. He naturally leaned his head against the headrest on the chair.

Being drunk, he revealed a bit of his drunkenness. His silk shirt went up, revealing a sixpack part of his belly, he wore a wide belt on his waist that depicted his thin waist.

Anita turned on her GPS and turned to the side. He was wearing a black leather jacket. Black magnetic earrings glittered in the darkness.

Haris looked around, after making sure no one else especially the paparazzi, he started the car and, he turned the steering wheel with one hand and looked out the back window. He did not forget to remind Haris.

“Do not sleep first. We will arrive at your hostel in twenty-five minutes.”

Haris hears Anita and turns to her, and smiles at her. Even his eyes are smiling.

Anita was wearing very trendy clothes today. He had sharp eyebrows and a aloof look in his eyes. He did not have much expression on his face. It gave off an unapproachable aura.

However, when Haris smiled at him, he instantly softened. She returned Haris smile with her usual gentle smile.

However, this tenderness completely disappeared once they reached Haris' apartment. In fact, he looked even colder than before.

Haris still lives in the dormitory owned by the company. Trainees who haven't debuted are all staying here.

The apartments of the participants are all apartments for one person. It only has one bedroom.

Two guys. One bedroom. That means Haris sleeps with that son of a bitch every night!