The more Yvonne drank, the more she felt strange. It was late autumn and her clothes were little, but she was getting hotter.
Just as she was tugging at her clothes anxiously, a hand suddenly appeared in front of her and stopped her action. Following that hand, her vision blurred as she looked over, only to see a faintly discernible yet somewhat familiar face.
"Who... are you..."
James looked down at her drunken look.
After he was shaken off by the taxi, he was worried about her, so he drove around the streets and alleys of the city, almost calling the police. In the end, he asked Janice and found this place.
However, as soon as he walked in, he saw her taking off her clothes. He was so scared that he rushed over to stop her, so as to avoid that erotic scene.
He glanced at the two bottles of whiskey on the table. One of them was empty, and the other had also left a little. He could not help but frown.
