Stuck In His Heart

In the middle of the sentence, the person seemed to have no courage to continue, looking up and drinking a glass of wine. He pressed his thin lips and his black eyes were dark.

He stood against the light. Tim was unable to see his expression at all, and wanted to know what he would say next, so he seduced Richie to continue.

"So what have you been for Consuela?" Tim opened his mouth in a low voice. He didn't let the man return to his mind. He wanted to let him say it in one breath in such an atmosphere.

In response, Richie picked up the glass of wine on the table and stuffed it into his mouth as if he stepped on a minefield. All he wanted now was to escape.

With the strong alcohol aroma, the liquid slid from the thin lips into the thin white shirt, drawing a rosy outline.

The rounded Adam's apple moved up and down along with his non-stop swallowing, giving off an indescribable charm, like the epiphyllum blossoming in the dark night.

Tim was no longer expecting his answer. Through his subconscious action of running away, Tim who had followed him for many years could know how much he resisted this question.

But he also forgot that now Richie was drunk and had no consciousness at all. He drank just because he thought he deserved it.

So when Tim didn't expect it, he opened his mouth and answered this question. He would never say anything to her when he was sober.

"As for Consuela, I have always... I have always felt guilty and fortunate. It feels good to be with her."

He could totally relax himself, and he didn't have to worry that this woman would play any tricks to hurt him. Because he knew that woman was very smart, but she always hid her thoughts in her eyes.

He could see what she was going to do next.

Angie and Consuela stayed in the

always

was drinking, his eyes fixed on the man with a frown. He thought it was difficult to make

said nothing. He threw the empty glass to Tim and said with a smile, "You're

the

as resolute as

who even was so drunk. Should he say he was too failed? Or should he be fawning on this man that he was too

on the sofa. He looked up and unbuttoned his shirt, his movements slow

thin smile on his lips, he said, "I have been immersed in the pain suffered three years ago. Finally I met a woman who

make up from nowhere. Without the help of another person, he couldn't think

glass was filled with wine. His mind was empty when he listened to the conversation.

senses, the drunk man giggled. "Why did you hold

this, his heart trembled with laughter. His lean chest with a not exaggerated

Richie slightly stood up and waved at Tim. His

put down the glass and found a new goblet for him in the cupboard below the

and desert.

smile did not melt into his eyes. It was difficult to find out whether he was drunk or not.

the hidden emotions in his heart, but he couldn't find an excuse

on the sofa complained that he served

saying that, he yawned, looked discontented and stretched.