After a thorough madness, everything returned to calm.
"Mm..."
Skye Brown rolled over, feeling uncomfortable all over her body.
She was aware that she was sleeping at the moment, but her eyelids were too lazy to lift.
She didn't know how long she had been asleep.
Finally regaining some consciousness, she felt a headache, sore back, and her body feeling as if it had been taken apart.
Her head was drowsy, like a total mess.
Her slender fingers couldn't help massaging her temples as her mind started to function.
Damn it, she drank too much last night...
Skye faintly remembered that last night she had drunk a lot, a variety of drinks.
Her fragmented memories began to piece together in her gradually recovering mind.
But no matter how she recalled it, the last scene was always her slowly taking off Dylan Wellington's pants.
Wait a minute!
She... she took off Dylan Wellington's pants?
She would actually actively undress Dylan Wellington's pants!