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CHAPTER 28

Chapter 28.1

Who doesn't get cold when you drink twelve shot glasses of whiskey immediately? So here I am now in my seat and I can hardly imagine what is happening to my other colleagues because I am so drunk. Their voices sounded like crickets to my hearing.

I felt heat behind me, as if caressing me and pulling me. I just turned to look at the band were the very hand that was caressing me came from. I just narrowed my eyes straight to the moonlight.

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