When Yue Xi opened his eyes, he felt that his head was so painful that he was about to explode. There seemed to be thousands of villains in his head beating gongs and drums, and thousands of others setting off firecrackers. His veins jumped and he stretched out his hand to touch. He climbed up from the ground against the wall, but he didn’t walk a few steps while holding the wall, and he stepped on something round and slippery under his feet, and one fell into the mud with a dog who couldn’t stabilize it.
The ugly posture is secondary. The important thing is that his head hurts even more with his fall.
He simply lay down on the ground like that, and after lying down for a while, he suddenly heard the sound of someone opening the door, and then there was a sound of footsteps. Yue Xi wanted to get up and take a look, and then he tried hard and gave up-don’t climb, for fear that he would stumble again before he got up. The fall is called a sour and refreshing.
Someone pulled him up from the ground rudely and slapped him **** the face-if that counts as a pat. Yue Xi said that he felt it was more like a slap, the palm of the other party was very rough, and Yue Xi felt dizzy every time he took a shot. After a long while, he burst out a few words between his teeth: “Stop, stop…”
“Damn you’re still drinking? I thought you were dead!” The visitor grabbed Yue Xi and swayed, and Yue Xi suddenly felt like he was overwhelmed. Although he didn’t have much strength, he didn’t want to vomit when he opened his eyes. Now that he can’t control his eyes with his eyes closed, isn’t it all to blame for this person for holding him to death?
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