The original owner had a good alcohol tolerance to begin with, and what's more, Samuel was only drinking low-purity beer. Even if he really wanted to get drunk, he woke up in a daze after being fed a glass of honey water.
Above his head was the familiar warm-colored chandelier in the living room of Qin's house. The black-haired young man was slumped on the large sofa like a cat, guessing that Victor had carried him back. Samuel felt dry in his mouth and was a little confused. He subconsciously licked his slightly swollen lips.
Very sweet, with a slight sting that can't be ignored...
Before Samuel's slow nerves could react to what was happening, he saw Victor walking down from upstairs holding a towel.
The man calmly hid the ointment on his left hand and asked with a normal expression: "Are you awake?"
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