White bed sheets, white duvet cover, white pillows—Qiao Yi was certain this wasn't the Qiao Family home, nor was it any residence of Lu Yanchuan that she was familiar with.
Qiao Yi abruptly sat up in bed, but no, it was just a twitch before she collapsed back down.
An arm around her waist and severe pain all over her body prevented her from getting up.
What's going on? How did she end up sleeping here?
Qiao Yi foolishly stared at the ceiling for a good while before she gradually regained consciousness.
Yesterday she had gone to sign a contract with people from Longjia and Teng and Xin families, then she used the excuse of being drunk to sneak out, and after that?
A jumble of confused memories surged up one after another. Qiao Yi's face turned pale, and she trembled as she looked at the man beside her.
Yesterday, she was taken onto a car, and then...
"Why are you awake so early?"