In a drowsy haze, Suzanne felt a man's hand gently correcting her tilted head caused by sleeping wrapped in a towel. His arm had been supporting her waist and was now around her neck.
Outside the window, the night was like water, and the man with a cool body embraced her, adjusting her position to the most comfortable one. His other hand caressed her damp hair, and a muffled sigh seemed to come from somewhere in the air, followed by the warm breeze of a hairdryer blowing gently over her head again—
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The next day, the bright sun hung high outside the window, its rays passing through the lush greenery of the King Family Garden and penetrating the gaps in the curtains, casting a bright line in the quiet bedroom.
When Suzanne opened her eyes, she felt as if her mind was stormy.
Sure enough, the dizziness and headache that followed a hangover were unavoidable, no matter how good the sobering coffee. The only way to be pain-free was not to drink so much.