On the wide double bed, the disarrayed silk sheets were mostly dragged onto the floor.
Two overturned wine glasses had spilled their contents, leaving dark red stains on the carpet.
The air was thick with the strong smell of wine, and an unyielding aura of intimacy lingered.
The entire suite was in chaos.
Night Owl wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, climbed up from the floor, and draped a silk robe over his shoulders.
Then he walked to the liquor cabinet and poured two glasses of whiskey.
Picking up a glass, the ice cubes clinked crisply against the side of the glass.
"Would you like a drink?"
Night Owl turned around and handed over one of the glasses of whiskey.
"No need."
White Ghost coldly refused, not taking the glass.
Night Owl, put out, withdrew his hand and tilted his head to take a sip of the strong liquor himself.
The spicy liquid flowed down his throat, dispelling the lingering anxiety within him.
