It was too late to stop Colin.
"I don't want to sleep alone."
I wished I could find a hole to hide in. Why did he have to be so direct? Did he not want his reputation anymore?
"Go home, okay? I'm going to hang up now."
"I want to sleep with you. Baby, please come back quickly. My head hurts, and I can't sleep. I want you to give me a massage."
Colin was pouting and looking at me with grievance as his sparkling eyes turned red.
A drunk Colin was the total opposite of his usual self. He was usually like a wolf but would turn into a lamb when he was drunk.
What was next after asking for a massage? A kiss?
I begged he wouldn't. It was already embarrassing enough. It couldn't get any worse.
"Colin, go home and sleep right now. If you really can't sleep, call the police."
I was startled by the sudden voice and couldn't understand the words said. What did calling the police have anything to do with going to sleep? Also, who dared to reprimand Colin like this?
Oh, it was the professor.
"Professor, do the police even care about putting people to sleep now?" I bravely faced Professor King's disdainful gaze and asked him.
He solemnly shook his head and said, "Are the police so free now? But going to the police station can definitely sober up a drunkard."
So that was what he meant.
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