In pain, the person who rolled out of bed hissed.

Judi on the bed was surprised to see his face and asked, "Benjeming, why are you here?"

"If not, who do you think it is?" Benjemin Waltson rubbed his saggy tummy.

"Why are you kicking me?"

"Did I get drunk last night?"

"What do you think, otherwise?" He rose to his feet: "I thought you are good at drinking wine.It turns out you're just so so ."

Judi looked at him who wasn't wearing his shirt.

She looked down at her white bathrobe at random.

"Where have my clothes gone?"

"In the bathroom," Benjemin Waltson said, pointing to the side...