At that time, Huo Shaoyan was leaning against the headboard of the bed, pressing his temples to ease the migraine that came with his hangover. Before his mind was fully awake, an arm draped over his waist—a woman's arm.
Huo Shaoyan's eyes widened slightly, and as he turned his head, he found himself facing An Baoying's rosy face. Following her face, his gaze quickly moved downwards, landing on the crisscrossing ambiguous marks all over her body.
Huo Shaoyan's eyebrows furrowed to the extreme, and his voice suddenly turned cold with anger, "What did you put in my drink?"
An Baoying looked aggrieved, her eyes red as she said, "I didn't. It was… it was Aunt."
Last night, the An Family had invited them to dinner together, and he was forcibly brought over by Fu Rou. Huo Shaoyan never expected that Fu Rou would go so far as to drug his drink.
Huo Shaoyan's emotions erupted in an instant, his voice turning cold and deep, "So, you climbed into my bed?"