Volume 3, Chapter 26: Joy to the Last Drop

I don't know what kind of drug Yuan Ai gave us, but it was really strong. Lin Zefeng and I were tangled up until dawn before we finally fell asleep, truly living up to that coffee ad: joy until the last drop.

Actually, from the wine cellar, you can't see the outside light, but I have a watch on my wrist, so I can see clearly. Speaking of which, a watch is also an accessory, a part of clothing, so from that perspective, I guess I'm not completely naked.

Although the bench was soft, it was narrow. It was convenient for doing a certain basic kind of unity with nature, but hugging and lying together was hard, so—we—ended up rolling around on the ground. Now, we're still embracing each other face-to-face. I'm using his arm as a pillow, and under us are some burlap sacks, probably used for transporting alcohol.