Cheap, expensive, white, yellow, red, he drank them all, his whole body reeking of alcohol.
Mu Qian, propping himself up on his arms, didn't manage to stand up and with a 'bang' fell down again, then he tried hard to get up once more.
Wen Jiaren widened her eyes. How much had he drunk to be this wasted?
She sat up from her bed, watching Mu Qian struggling on the ground. Every time he almost managed to stand, he collapsed again, each time with a 'bang.' The area by the door wasn't carpeted, and the sound of his falls was enough to know they must have hurt.
She watched Mu Qian gasping for breath, desperately trying to rise again, only to fall down with another 'bang.'
Wen Jiaren saw his feet, still wearing the shoes he had left in, but his black socks were nowhere to be found; one foot was swollen, probably twisted on the way over. To think he could find her house in such a state!!!
Was this man, unable to even crawl, really Mu Qian?
