Qin Yurong just stood there, dazed, waiting to see the other person approach, but at the most crucial second, she quickly lay down, pulled up the comforter, and covered her head with it. She closed her eyes tightly and dared not even breathe loudly.
With her ears perked up, she heard the man approach the bed and place something on the bedside, then his voice rang out, "Miss Qin, I know you're awake. This is hangover soup the hotel prepared; drink it while it's warm."
This voice, it sounded so familiar...
Qin Yurong thought about it, but couldn't figure out who in the unfamiliar Capital she might know.
"Miss Qin, if you keep covering yourself like this, it wouldn't be good if you suffocated. I wouldn't know how to explain it to Aunt Yun and Uncle Tang."
