The searing breath of a man enveloped her as she stumbled into his words, and taking advantage of the moment, he pulled her tightly into his embrace. His arm around her waist tightened even more, yet his eyes remained firmly shut, truly resembling someone who had drunk himself into unconsciousness.
"Brother Roy, let me go!"
The man's actions were indeed making it difficult for her to breathe. The scent of alcohol overwhelmed all her senses, causing her initially clear head to become somewhat foggy. A strange feeling directly assaulted her heart, making it race chaotically.
"Hmm?"
Upon hearing her words, the man did not release her but merely grunted through his nostrils. After a while, he added, "I feel so sick, I want to throw up!"
Want to throw up?
After drinking so much alcohol, how could he not want to vomit?
