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.

"If both Angie and Consuela stayed in the same place and both of them fell into the water

classical question could be always asked by

the man with a frown. He thought it

to Tim

put it on the table. Then

he is as

make up a story to get close to this man who even was so drunk. Should he say

man stumbled to fall on the sofa. He looked up and unbuttoned his

without curling his tongue. With a thin smile on his lips, he said, "I have been immersed in the pain suffered three years ago. Finally I met a woman who can live

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

with wine. His mind was empty when he listened to the conversation. He took the glass and had a drink.

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

his heart trembled with laughter. His lean chest with a not exaggerated muscular line.

up and waved at Tim. His delicate face contained his appearance

him helplessly. He hurriedly put down the glass and found

the sky now, gloomy and desert. The moon disappeared as

not feel comfortable. On the contrary, Richie kept giggling, but the smile did not melt into his eyes. It was difficult to

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

the person sitting on the sofa complained that he served the wine too slowly, "If you can't be a little faster; I won't be able

he yawned,