Song Juwei forcibly swallowed his hiccups, pinched his own sweaty palm and— ow!
A sharp pinch of pain jolted through his nerves, and he couldn't help but break into another bout of cold sweat. Kneeling in the middle of the messy living room, he felt as if he had been stripped naked and scrutinized from head to toe.
Alas, when all was said and done, he had consumed several bottles of alcohol and wasn't quite lucid. Instead of panic and alarm, he was simply in a daze, unable to comprehend the fantastical scene before him.
And he became even more astonished when Kalliēl replied, "That's right."
For the love of Heaven…! Song Juwei let out an audible gasp. A seraphim— a seraphim right here in my living room!
