The smell of alcohol and cigarette lingers all over the room, empty bottles of high quality wines and butts of cigarettes were scattered everywhere, and a completely wasted woman is lying on the couch.
"Do you want me to help you?" said the woman as who is casually seated on top of the neatly made bed as if no one has ever laid on for the past few days.
The woman is wearing black jeans paired with black trousers, her long legs was highlighted because of her knee-length combat boots.
Mo Chuxia frowned at the woman, she doesn't have any idea who she is or how she was able to get inside her house. "Who are you?"
Her irritation worsened when she realized that there is no more alcohol on the table, why does it feel like no matter how much she drink she can't still forget about everything."It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I can help you."
