Lying comfortably in the bathtub listening to music, his fingers relaxedly tapping the bathtub wall following the melody, Logan Hunter looked up at the flying golden eggs and began to miss the beautiful Austrian grand piano in his own piano room.
I haven't touched it for a long time, and my hands are already feeling a little rusty.
He raised his knees and stretched out his hands to restore the silent "March of the Spanish Bullfighters" on his legs. When he was playing to the exciting part, a dark shadow suddenly passed by the translucent bathroom door. The habit brought by the previous world made him jump out of the water and squat down to be alert. After a while, he realized that he had overreacted.
At this moment, the door was pushed open with difficulty, and he witnessed the drunk and limp man crawling into the bathroom. He was groping around in a daze, as if he was looking for something like a bucket or a basin. Finally, the man touched the side of the bathtub.
"Wait, you're not going to throw up..."
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