"Hey, don't come over!" Jaylene retreated in fear, already noticing that something was off with Ricky Lewis.
Ricky shook his head vigorously, his eyes widened as he stared at the person in front of him, and asked hoarsely, "Are you... Jaylene Ziel?"
"I am Jaylene Ziel." Seeing that he could still recognize her, Jaylene relaxed her guard and asked with concern, "Ricky Lewis, what's wrong with you?"
"I don't know," Ricky shook his head in pain, holding his head and saying, "It hurts... it's so hot... I feel so sick..."
Pain, heat, discomfort?
Jaylene stared at Ricky in front of her, his face flushed, and his eyes seemed to be staring at her like a dog eyeing a bone, as if he couldn't wait to pounce on her.
There was something very wrong with Ricky. This didn't seem like he was drunk, because Jaylene had seen Joseph Thompson drunk before, and he didn't behave like this.
If Ricky wasn't drunk, then what was...
