Damn it! Why is Diego here?!

"What are you doing here?!" Wait. Besides the wound on his forehead, does he have other scars?

He had bruises on his lips and it was also a cut. I blinked.

He was standing right in front of me and slowly entered. I pulled my hair knowing he was drunk!

I came to him when he fell on my sofa which was still covered with a white cloth.

"Hey! You are not welcome here! I didn't let you in here." He looked wasted. Where is this one from?

"And why are you like that?!" I asked again. He just closed his eyes. When he...