C817 Question

"Do you have a death wish?"

The alcohol coursed through his veins, turning every cold drop into flames. Yan Xiuchuan's heart pounded fiercely, his ears filled with a restless noise. He steadied himself against the table, suddenly feeling very weary.

"When did we start fighting like this?" He closed his eyes briefly. "Luo, you used to be so gentle."

"Don't call me that name anymore