Mo Xuemin woke up bleary-eyed, holding her head. She did not know where she was and could hear the voices of people talking and yelling. An urgent sense of danger gripped her, and her mind quickly cleared. She turned around to find a man she did not know lying on the large couch behind hers, his clothes in disarray.
Looking down, she saw that her clothes were equally untidy...
She heaved herself into an upright position. She remembered everything. She was coming to Qingfang Pavilion with Mo Xiu earlier. They had taken a more secluded path, because it was shorter. The shortcut was much darker than the main roads, which were lit brightly. She had intended to take the main roads when she reached Qingyu Pavilion .
