Darlene lay on the bed numbly. She closed her eyes and opened them.
Then she closed her eyes and opened them again. Her messy consciousness began to slowly sober up.
But even if she sobered up a bit, the face of the man next to her, which was very close to her, still didn't disappear, and every detail was still clearly shown in front of her face.
There was a snow-white light cast by the chandelier, tightly closed curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and scattered clothes on the quilt. As soon as her arm reached out of the quilt, she felt the coolness of the air touching her arm.
Darlene was stunned for almost ten seconds. She tried her best to awaken all the intermittent memories from last night, and then she heard something explode in her mind.
She drank with Ms. Martha last night, then left the private room and went back. Then she lay on the bed, and then...