Dance under the night sky

"Godmother, you're drunk. Don't move around," Elmer hurriedly walked to the bedside and placed an empty basin on the floor, preparing to catch Julia's vomit.

He sat by the bed, holding a wet towel on Julia's forehead and said, "Godmother, your alcohol tolerance is not good to begin with. Why would you abuse yourself like this? If I had known, I wouldn't have let you drink so much."

Julia smiled foolishly, her body still writhing like a snake, and she giggled, saying, "My godson, tell me, who do you think is more beautiful, your mother or your godmother?"

"Godmother, you're really drunk," Elmer looked at Julia, who was lying there but lifting her head, and a pair of jade rabbits hidden in a black bra appeared before his eyes, even bigger than his mother's, moving with Julia's writhing like two water-filled balloons, delicate and vulnerable.