Maeve had long since lost consciousness. She felt like she was being roasted over a fire. Her entire body was burning inside and out, She had nowhere to escape.
Suddenly, it was as if a block of ice had moved next to her, bringing with it a hint of coolness.
"Hot!" Maeve struggled to open her eyes, and in her blurry vision, she saw two large icebergs standing beside her.
'Wow! Why do icebergs look so long and straight?'
If she weren't being roasted on fire, Maeve would drool??
Maeve hooked her hands around one of the icebergs, "Give it to me, I want?? I want ice??"
She wrapped around Julius's legs with her arms, her small hands greedily touching them??
Julius wanted to kick this stupid woman to wake her up.
He sat down beside her and patted her face, "Maeve, who made you so drunk?
