With a strongly clenched fist, I launch my hand toward her face and land a good blow there, causing her to lose her balance, stagger and almost falling to the ground. Thanks to the chair behind her, she regains her stance and glares at me wickedly. Her red hair strewn all over her face.
"You little bitch!" She screams. "You really think you are a hotshot, huh? I can get both men back in my bed if I want! Just with a snap of my finger!!" What is seriously wrong with this woman? Is she deranged? She seems like she belongs in an asylum or something.
"The Leonis and Jadon I know are people who can definitely go back and enjoy the taste of old sweet wine. But for them to go back to their vomit," I cringe my face, "Nah, I don't think either of them would do that."
