Go to the door....

What is he doing? Isn't she not dead? Besides, what's his business with her life and death? What happened to his head recently? He turned around and left.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough..." A loud cough came from the room.

He turned around, holding the doorknob in his hand and was about to rush in, but stopped! His face was almost pressed against the door.

"Cough cough...cough cough...cough cough cough cough..." Jin Yingluo's coughs in the room became more serious, and there was a noise in her throat as she gasped.

His big hand gripped the doorknob tightly, and the blue blood vessels on the back of his hand bulged.

Hearing the sound of people getting up in the house, and the sound of slippers getting closer and closer, he ducked and hid in another room.

Jin Yingluo was wearing a short-sleeved one-piece pajamas, with her long hair hanging loose. She was holding on to the wall with one hand and covering her chest with the other. She walked slowly towards the hall, looking for water.

Leng Xia came out and stood behind her. The light illuminated her frail body and the hideous scars on her wrists were so dazzling.

Arriving in front of the smart display, Jin Yingluo raised her hand and pressed the warm water drinking button. After a while, the glass cover under the display opened, and a cup of warm water was slowly lifted up on the tray. Jin Yingluo reached out to take it and walked to the sofa.

He sat down and took a sip.

Feeling much more comfortable, she took a deep breath.

She lifted the water glass again, and just as she brought it to her mouth, she coughed again. Her hands shook and she knocked over the water glass, splashing her pajamas.

My chest hurt so much that I didn't care about my wet clothes. I just clenched my hand into a fist and lowered it to my chest, and covered my mouth with the other hand.

Leng Xia looked at everything from a distance. He couldn't tell what it felt like, what it tasted like, it was just uncomfortable.

Every time Jin Yingluo coughed, he would step out with his toes, take a step, but then take it back again. Over and over again, hesitating.

He clenched his hands into fists and turned to leave.

If he wants to drink and wakes up, will he be able to become normal?

On the bar, there were various bottles of wine poured out.

"Kaa, go get it again." He raised the bottle, raised his head, and drank the remaining wine in one gulp.

"Master, it's already the 11th bottle."

"You want me to say it a second time?"

Kaa stepped back to get the wine.

Feeling the suffocation on his neck, he pulled off his tie and threw it away, unscrewing three buttons, revealing his sexy and strong chest.

The cool summer wind blew his dark blue hair and the shirt on his chest. There were many stars today, but his heart was not pure.

Kaa brought another bottle of fine aged dry red and opened the lid.

"Go get more, get more." Leng Xia reached out and took the bottle, then drank from it.

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The sky was filled with white light. Leng Xia was holding a wine bottle in her hand, looking at the sun rising in the distance with her bloodshot eyes.

It's been a whole night and I'm not drunk.

"Master, this is the video of the old man." Weiss walked up with the computer and said.

"Turn it off."

"......yes."

Leng Xia stood up shakily, lost her balance and fell to one side. Weiss and Kao immediately stepped forward to support her.

He pushed it away and sneered at the corner of his mouth. He was so drunk, why did he still have a sober head?

In the study room.

Weiss, Kavini, and Kao handed over the punishment books they had written with dead expressions on their faces.

Leng Xia put her feet on the desk and flipped through the pages. Oh, I wrote so hard for myself.

He interspersed with shuffling the order. "Everyone chooses one," he said.
Chapter completed!