It was late.
Chris, a naturally light sleeper, was actually dreaming.
In his dream, Evelyn was clinging to him, crying with grievance, and accusing him, "You're bullying me."
Just as he was about to comfort her, she transformed into a seductive fairy, writhing against him. He was losing control when she suddenly vanished.
Damn it!
Chris woke up with a start. He glanced at his pants, then got up and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower.
His face was grim. The drug Evelyn had given him was potent, with lasting effects.
In contrast, Evelyn slept soundly, not waking until noon the next day, as if trying to make up for all the lost energy.
Only after waking did she remember that she hadn't heard her phone. She quickly grabbed the new phone Chris had given her.
She had turned it o
