After the hangover, her head was dizzy, and she lay on the bed, motionless, and gradually, she woke up and remembered the madness from last night.
Last night, she and Gu Yifan. . .
Her heart was stifled as she stared blankly at the ceiling.
A man in a nightgown came in through the window with a cigarette in his mouth. She moved a little and felt a little flustered.
How could she explain it to him?
She remembered that she was the one who took the initiative last night. Or was it a drunken mess? Sex? That seemed to be the only way to say it. Actually, only she knew that even if she was drunk, that was something she was willing to do. She just wanted to indulge herself for once.
Sinful things like Pandora's box being opened continuously, once, twice. . .
"You're awake?"