Oliver Winslow was startled for a moment, then hurriedly picked his clothes up off the floor to cover his lower body.
Even though he was a man who had seen it all, at this moment, he had simply no idea what to do: "Ava? You…"
How could she be here?
Ava Gibson froze for a moment, slowly lowered her hand and looked at him. Her face was flushed red, looking so wronged that she was about to cry: "What...what is happening?"
Oliver Winslow was standing by the bed, his hair in a messy state, pondering hard: "What on earth is going on?"
"You forgot everything?"
"You forgot everything?"
The two of them spoke at the same time, uttering the exact same words.
Ava Gibson questioned: "Oliver Winslow...don't you remember anything?"
Oliver Winslow shook his head, closed his eyes, and finally answered: "I forgot, I seem to...have blacked out from drinking."
"This is it, this is it," Ava Gibson said, "I also blacked out from the drinks... I don't remember anything."
