Jennifer took out a bottle of red wine she had treasured for a long time, took out two goblets, and poured some for herself and Fatty.

Fatty would never drink alcohol during training, but this time, he didn't know why, he took Jennifer's wine as if possessed.

As night fell, the warm yellow lights in the room lit up one after another, making the room feel warm, bright, safe, and comfortable.

Fatty looked around, everything was in order, and he had a feeling of home. This was all created by him and Jennifer through hard work, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

…

Before, after Jennifer was paralyzed in her lower body, she was "imprisoned" by the Z organization, and she never returned to her home.

After returning from the rainforest, Jennifer had been taking care of Fatty in the hospital. She occasionally went home, but only to sleep and stay for a short time, without the idea of starting a new life there.

This time, Fatty went home with Jennifer and found the house in a mess.

So, under Fatty's leadership, the two of them cleaned and tidied the house together for two whole days, throwing away the old and broken things, rearranging the cluttered furniture, and buying new furniture.

After the rearrangement, Jennifer's house was焕然一新, gradually giving it a feeling of home, no longer looking like a warehouse as before. At night, the lights were bright, and there was even a bit of warmth.

The two looked at each other and smiled, raising their glasses and drinking heartily.

The red wine, which should have been sipped, was drunk by the two like beer to quench their thirst.

The dishes Fatty made were also of poor quality this time, perhaps because Jennifer's hug made Fatty's brain short-circuit, and he added two seasonings twice in a row, so the dishes tasted a bit strong this time.

However, no one cared about the taste of the dishes.

The eyes of both people were on each other. Eating became a disguise for them to cover up their feelings and avoid embarrassment. Whenever their eyes met, they lowered their heads and fiddled with the food in front of them, without any intention of tasting it.

This meal was eaten very slowly, and a bottle of precious red wine was wasted by the two, one cup after another.

After eating and drinking enough, Jennifer clamored to take a shower, and Fatty persuaded her, "Oh, you're injured, don't touch the water."

Not knowing if Jennifer was drunk or just being petty, she insisted on taking a shower, so Fatty had to help her into the bathroom.

Fatty was worried that Jennifer would slip in the bathroom, so he said to Jennifer that he would wait outside the bathroom, and if there was anything, he could hear her as soon as she called him.

The bathroom door was closed, but not locked. Fatty listened to the sound of the water, his mind wandering, feeling that his heart was also drifting away with the gurgling water.

Jennifer had difficulty with her legs and feet, so this bath took a very long time, but Fatty didn't feel the passage of time. When Jennifer came out wrapped in a bath towel, limping, Fatty was still in a daze.

The fragrance on Jennifer's body made Fatty feel refreshed and a little fascinated.

Fatty helped Jennifer into her bedroom. Jennifer's alcohol was already kicking in at this time, and she was drowsy. As soon as her head touched the pillow, she meant to fall asleep.

Jennifer and Fatty didn't say anything.

Fatty didn't stay in Jennifer's bedroom. He helped Jennifer onto the bed and then silently retreated.

After walking out of Jennifer's bedroom door, Fatty suddenly took a deep breath, one hand on his chest, his heart beating non-stop, wondering if it was the alcohol kicking in.

Fatty patted his face left and right to keep himself awake.

After taking a simple shower, Fatty returned to his room, lay on the bed in a large posture, but couldn't fall asleep.

Jennifer was particularly good-looking today, and Fatty's heart was suddenly occupied by Jennifer. He recalled the cohabitation life of the two these days, and the more he thought about it, the happier he felt, and an excited heart was beating non-stop.

Under the influence of alcohol, Fatty was so excited that he tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Companionship made Fatty feel Jennifer's persistent love.

Fatty also thought of the first time he met Jennifer, the scene of their tit-for-tat confrontation, and then Jennifer was always one step short, losing to Fatty again and again, feeling resentment. But the surprise rescue at the gas station made Jennifer re-recognize Fatty and began to feel admiration for Fatty.

Jennifer's liking and love were so simple and direct. No matter what she experienced, she always liked Fatty as always, and even wanted to die with Fatty, not hesitating to take risks.

When these past events were recalled, Fatty couldn't help but feel moved by the various things that happened between the two of them.

Fatty touched his forehead and laughed to himself.

He thought that tomorrow morning, he would get up early to make a nutritious breakfast for Jennifer, and after making it, he would go to Jennifer's bedroom door, wake her up and call her to eat.

If everything went well, he might as well confess his love to her after Jennifer finished eating.

Thinking of this, Fatty felt his face getting a little hot again.

Just as Fatty was fantasizing, the door was suddenly pushed open.

"Who?" Fatty asked alertly.

A figure strolled into Fatty's room in the moonlight. The figure did not answer Fatty's words, but came to Fatty's window, limping and wrapped in a bath towel.

Ah, it's Jennifer.

Fatty put down his guard and quickly asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Jennifer did not answer Fatty.

In the next second, the bath towel wrapped around Jennifer's body suddenly fell to the ground.