She vigorously ignored, grumbling irritably, "Suffer till you drop dead..."
"Water..."
Thomas Shannon groaned in pain, his voice hoarse and low.
Sophie Sullivan sipped her iced fruit juice, feeling extremely pleasant. Of course, if it weren't for those painful sounds, she would be happier.
Smack!
Chopsticks slammed heavily on the tabletop, and Sophie stood up and walked towards the bedroom.
The man's bright brows were tightly furrowed, his hand unconsciously undoing the shirt buttons. His black shirt was tugged open, revealing a large expanse of sexy chest.
He continued to mumble about wanting water, and as Sophie approached, she could smell the strong alcohol.
She let out a hum, turned around and poured a cup of water, returning to the bedside.
Extending her index finger, she poked his handsome face, "Here's the water."
However, a man drunk as a skunk has no ability to drink water by himself.
"Water...water..."
