"How much did you drink?"
"Five or six bottles?"
"...You're pretty good," Carter frowned, and waited until the group of people left before letting go, "I want you to stop smoking, and why don't you drink instead and develop new ideas?"
Ashton looked at him and said nothing.
Carter saw the bruise at the corner of his mouth and was about to say "Let's fight again" when Ashton stretched out his hand and took him into his arms.
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