Half a day later, a light green force field rolled up a set of clothes and brought it into the air. Han Xiao reached out and put it on. He rubbed his tired waist, came before a mirror, and rubbed his cheeks.
Ames untied her hair and ran her fingers through it, letting her black hair flow down like a waterfall. She opened the fridge with her force field and took out a half-finished bottle of hard liquor. She poured it into two glasses and walked to Han Xiao's side. She sat on the edge of the table and handed one glass to Han Xiao with a smile.
"Have a drink?"
Hearing this, Han Xiao looked at her and took a sip of the wine. Ames smiled, tidying Han Xiao's clothes and straightening his collar.
"You've been quite busy recently. I tried to look for you some time ago, but I couldn't reach you."
"When am I not busy?"
Han Xiao licked his lips and tasted the wine; the sweet and cold taste filled his mouth.
