Villain's Whispers from the Grave Chapter 12

There are only a handful of Daisy drinking, because I didn’t drink too much alcohol, so I didn’t know that the stamina of the three glasses of wine was so big last night. I felt sleepy until 11 o’clock.

The phone ringing, Daisy will open a slit in front of his eyes, his hands groping on the pillow, half awkward, open his eyes, did not know how to sleep last night, the phone was thrown into the middle of the bed.

Picking up the phone is a glimpse.

Daisy woke up seven or eight minutes, patted his cheek and let himself wake up.

“Hey even the cockroach.” In one go, the tone is as usual.