By that time, Sarah was already drunk and going in and out of consciousness. She had already closed her eyes, but once she heard the familiar voice she woke up. There were some innocent grievances in her open eyes, but her carefully carved eyebrow eyes were arched in confusion. Simplicity and enchanting were well integrated, which made Michael's heart scratch like a small fine hook.
Itchy, painless but grinding.
The woman in front of him seems to have not understood what he meant by that sentence. She lifted up her head and hummed again: "Hmm?"
The voice is soft and waxy, with a small hint of mild stupidity.
Michael was stunned, and only when she was drunk could he see her in such a mood.
For no reason, Michael's heart softened a little. His heart skipped a beat. But he wasn’t one who
