The alcohol stimulated his esophagus and stomach, and the intense burning sensation gave him a taste of rampant pleasure, just like the woman upstairs who he couldn't let go of even if it killed him.
It was like dying.
How much longer was it?
He couldn't remember, it couldn't be long now.
Mo Shiche curled his lips into a mocking smile as he finished one bottle of strong liquor and grabbed another, drinking until he eventually collapsed on the sofa, his eyes misty as he gazed up at the crystal light overhead.
She was right in the room downstairs.
If he slept on the couch below, did that count as... sleeping under the same roof?
Yeah, it probably did.
He even indulgently thought that he should go up and steal a kiss while she was asleep.
In a daze,
a tremendous clap of thunder exploded in the night sky—
Upstairs, there came a brief, sharp scream.
