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 same place and both of them fell into the water and

be always asked

eyes fixed on the man with a frown. He

threw the empty glass to Tim and said

it on the table. Then he wiped the cold sweat on

is as

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

the man stumbled to fall on the sofa. He looked

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

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

listened to the conversation. He took the glass and had a

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

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

Richie slightly stood up and waved at Tim. His delicate face contained his appearance that could make people who knew him

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

dim, like the sky now, gloomy and desert. The moon disappeared as the dark clouds gathered.

did 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 say

the sofa complained that he served the wine too slowly, "If you can't

that, he yawned, looked discontented