Gulp after gulp went down Francin's throat, as her senses became intoxicated and her body could take no more. But she didn't care, for her getting drunk was the best way to feel that Layla was going to hell.
In frantic thoughts Francin took the bottle and went into her room while muttering a hundred insults at her.
The drunkenness reached its limit and Francin lost the balance of his body, threw himself face down on his bed and gave in to exhaustion and drunkenness.
The next morning, the light shone brightly and hit Francin's window until it illuminated her eyes. Francin's head was about to explode.
His body felt heavy, as if full of lead. However, it was time to get up, so he opened his eyes and stretched out his arms to relax a little.
Instantly Francin grabbed his phone and che
