Looking at his drunken and crazy appearance, I was in distress situation. The key was that he vomited me all over.
I took him to bed and lay down, and then went into the bathroom to change his clothes.
When he woke up the next morning, he was surprised.
"Why am I in your house?"
"Then I have to ask you this."
"You didn't do anything to me, did you?"
"Am I such a person?"
"Then I don't know."
He checked that his clothes were still intact and breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'll go back first."
I didn't expect him to have two faces. He came to me drunk last night, and today he became so cold.
But I didn't stop him. After all, my affairs are a shock to him and need him to adapt slowly.
In the evening, I came to his home to talk to him thoroughly.
It happened before I could speak.
His cell phone rang.
"Hello, who is this?"
The other party didn't answer, but there was a grim voice.
He quickly hung up the phone and couldn't calm down for a long time.