chapter 284 Difficult Scripture

Time passed, and in a blink of an eye it was three o'clock in the afternoon.
This may be the latest time Mikhail Tarasov has ever gotten up.
When my confused eyes slowly opened, the room still seemed to be filled with a strong smell of decadence.
His two arms moved unconsciously, but he found that he didn't touch anything.
He stood up and looked around, but he was the only one in the room.
Everything that happened last night seemed like an illusion.
But Mikhail Tarasov...