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.

and Consuela stayed in the same place and both of

question could be always

the man with a frown. He thought it was difficult to make a choice.

empty glass to Tim and said with a smile, "You're so annoying. Isn't my good

hastily and put it on the table. Then he wiped the cold sweat

he is as resolute

couldn't make up a story to get close to this man who even was so drunk. Should he say he was

stumbled to fall on the sofa. He

but he spoke without curling his tongue. With a thin smile on his lips, he said, "I have been immersed in the

Without the help of another person, he couldn't think

mind was empty when he listened to the conversation. He took the glass

to his senses, the drunk man giggled. "Why did you hold my glass? Never mind. If you like it, I'll give

heart trembled with laughter. His lean chest

up and waved at Tim. His delicate face contained his

in his hand looked at him helplessly. He hurriedly put down the glass and found a new goblet for him in

gloomy and desert. The moon disappeared as the dark

not melt into his eyes. It

just wanted to let off the hidden emotions in his heart, but he couldn't find an excuse to

worse, the person sitting on the sofa complained that he served the wine too slowly, "If you

he yawned, looked