The next day, sunlight scattered through the window, and Qiao Zhiyi stirred slightly, feeling as if someone had disassembled and reassembled her bones, leaving her in sore agony.
Moving even slightly made her inhale a sharp breath of cold air.
Most importantly, her legs were immovable, the sour pain feeling as if she had been run over by a car.
What on earth had happened?
She tried hard to recall the events before the blackout.
She was at the bar with Shi Lanting, encountered Han Ling, who brought her a drink. After drinking it, it wasn't long before she felt completely out of sorts.
What then?
Suddenly, unspeakable images flashed through Qiao Zhiyi's mind; she seemed to be entwined with someone...
This realization snapped her fully awake.
Lifting her limp arm, she reached under the covers and the naked touch jolted her brain with a "boom".
What had she done?
Who... who had she slept with?