Chu Qianli felt she was on the brink of death.
An hour had passed.
It was now deep into the night.
The banquet was still going on.
All she wanted was to go back to sleep.
But tonight, there were important matters to attend to; it wasn't time to return just yet.
A breeze blew by, and although she was wrapped in a thick blanket, it still felt a bit chilly.
She quickly took out a mirror and a comb, realizing she couldn't create a dignified hair bun on her own.
After trying several times unsuccessfully, she finally decided to give up, casually pulling her long hair up.
It hung loosely at the back of her head.
"Not bad," was Feng Yexuan's assessment.
Chu Qianli couldn't help but turn around for a glance. The man was still lying in the bed, showing no intention of getting up.
His muscular shoulders and arms were still exposed, clearly indicating what they had just done.
Chu Qianli only took one look, and her face turned completely red.