The next day, awakening from his sleep, Yang Fan found himself in an unfamiliar place, on an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room.
His head was splitting with pain; he truly couldn't compete with those two heavy drinkers anymore. Damn, he just couldn't hold his liquor.
"Awake? Have some water." Zhao Tianjiao, clad in casual clothes, walked in, carrying a glass of water for him.
"Last night..."
"This is my place. You were drunk last night and I didn't know where you lived, so I had to bring you back here."
Yang Fan scratched the back of his head: "I didn't do anything inappropriate, did I?"
Zhao Tianjiao couldn't help but smile: "No, you were quite peaceful when you were drunk, hardly made a fuss."
"That's a relief." Yang Fan took the cup and drained the suitably warm water in it.
Zhao Tianjiao had prepared breakfast, which was sumptuous, with a wide variety of food and balanced nutrition.
"Do you always live alone?" Yang Fan asked.