Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"...probably not..."

Dong Yu looked like he was hiding something bad.

"I think Miss Yun is very nice and has no airs. She shouldn't be so narrow-minded."

"..." The manager was afraid that he would really do something irreversible, so he immediately dragged him away.

"Don't think about it! Get away!"

"...Hey, hey, don't hold me back!"

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It was already night when Jiang Wen saw the news.

He drank alcohol last night for nearly a whole night.

At dawn, I was so drunk that I fell to the ground, facing the air conditioner, and was blown by the cold wind for nearly a day.

So when he woke up again, he could hardly stand up.

His whole body was chilled by the air conditioner, and the aftereffects of being drunk all night made his head hurt so much that he couldn't speak at all.

The whole person stumbled, holding on to the wall, and walked to the toilet.

Vomiting, constantly vomiting acidic water until the stomach hurts.

It hurts terribly.

Reflected in the mirror, the tall and thin man in the picture had a stubble on his face and his eyes were bloodshot.

Decadence, excessive self-disgust.

Like a walking corpse that has lost its soul, without strength or spirit.

He sat there languidly, his eyes straight, staring at an unknown place in a daze.

It's like being crazy.

At this time, it was dark inside the villa.

It was dark again, and he was still alone here.

It was empty, and he was still the only one.

There was no light on in the toilet, so it was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers.

It was quiet, except for the faucet that was not closed tightly, and water was flowing drop by drop.

"Tick-tock-tick-tick-"

The sound was very small, but it was infinitely amplified in such an overly quiet space.

Zoom in, zoom in again.

Really annoying.

The man, who smelled strongly of alcohol, kicked his foot, and the bathroom door made a "bang" sound.

It feels like the glass on the door will be shattered.

Outside, on the soft carpet, there were empty wine bottles scattered everywhere.

The air was filled with the choking smell of alcohol, which lingered for a long time in such an airtight environment.

It gives people a strong feeling of depression.

It's even hard to breathe.

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I don't know how long it took before the bathroom door opened.

Inside, a man who simply took a cold shower staggered out barefoot.

I didn’t even wipe my wet hair, I just wore a bath towel around my body.

Just like that, the air conditioner was still blowing, and he lay down beside the bed.

Coughing, coughing.

I coughed so much that I felt like the blood in my lungs was about to come out, and my whole body felt cold.

He lay there crookedly, tossing himself without any scruples.

It seems that he doesn't want his own life at all.

Dark room, silent night.

Just curled up and leaned against the bed.

My head was exploding with pain, and my nose felt like it was stuffed with glue. I couldn't breathe smoothly and couldn't breathe.

The figure huddled there moved.

He was cold, but he still seemed to be unable to feel the trembling in his body, sitting paralyzed.

Panting, throat so dry that it hurts.

Still doing nothing, full of decadence.

He was huddled there, his mind was groggy, as if he was in a daze.

I don’t know what I was thinking.

His mobile phone was thrown aside, with a faint light on it, showing new messages.

The person huddled at the leg of the bed didn't know how long it took before he finally paid attention.

Quiet and motionless, still like a walking zombie with no reaction.