The following day, Long Xia woke up with a splitting headache.
She had spent most of the evening drinking with Jin Qing. His expression was dark and broody for most of the night, and he looked as if he had a lot in his mind and desperately needed a companion. So she kept him company, equally having a lot on her plate, drinking the same amount.
Long Xia liked him. In a non-romantic way.
She gasped when she was suddenly doused in water.
Long Xia jumped from the bed, alert. "What was that for?" She yelled at Yuan Bojing. He was shirtless, wearing nothing but drawstring pants. Her angry expression quickly turned into a lustful gaze as she gave him a once-over, admiring the way his abdomen was marvellously carved, the dip of his hips. But once she met his eyes, they were whirlpools of darkness.