Asher Cheng came out after taking a shower, thinking that Iris Wen had gone back to his room to sleep. When he opened the door and came out, his breath was suddenly filled with the strong smell of alcohol.
He frowned, thought of something, and quickly looked towards the bar, only to see that there was no such figure on the bar.
When I walked into the living room, I saw a little girl lying on the sofa.
"Iris Wen?" Asher Cheng bent down and called out to the drunk man whose cheeks were red and unconscious. His thin white arms were still holding the whiskey bottle.
As if hearing the voice, she frowned slightly in dissatisfaction, pursed her moist and bright red lips, turned her back to him and fell asleep again.
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