The Dragon Soared over the Four Seas, sweat pouring down like rain.
The battle lasted a full two hours before it finally subsided.
"Ouyang, I... I'm going to take a shower and brush my teeth. Do you want me to wipe down your body?"
Karen Milton gasped for breath, her shy and soft voice tentatively inquiring.
Greg Jensen grunted, "You go shower first, just bring me a hot towel when you come back."
"Okay!"
As Karen Milton scurried off to the second-floor bathroom.
Outside, the sky was still dark, a graceful figure swaying left and right, drunkenly walked along, touching the wall for guidance, step by step.
It was Zoey Milton; she had accompanied Shirley and some friends for a birthday celebration and had downed plenty of foreign liquor, her intoxicated face flushed red, her consciousness growing increasingly unclear.
Fortunately, she could hold her liquor, still remembering the way home.