When Clint got home, it was nearly 11 pm. Selene was still sitting on the couch, watching TV. The only light in the room was that coming from the TV, which shined dimly on Selene’s face, giving her an eerie look.

“Why did you leave the ball early? Did you find it boring?” Clint asked her.

“Yes.” Selene could smell the alcohol on his breath and frown.

“If you found it boring, you could’ve joined me.”

“You seemed very busy,” Selene answered briefly.

Clint kept silent for a while, then went and sat down next to her on the couch. “Selene, I think we need to talk.”

Finally, Selene turned...