Shengshi Court, Fourth Floor.
Lounge 401.
Sun Zhe lay on the bed, fast asleep.
The room was unlit and pitch-black. In the dead silence, there was only the sound of his heavy breathing.
An unknown amount of time passed.
A cool, soft hand suddenly reached out from the darkness, gently coming to rest on his hot forehead.
Sun Zhe instantly regained a sliver of consciousness and slowly opened his eyes.
However, in the pitch-black room, he could only make out the vague, graceful silhouette of someone standing by his bed; he couldn't see their face at all.
But the delicate, fragrant scent that filled his nostrils stirred the Yang Qi in his body. In his drunken state, his Yang Qi seemed even more sensitive than usual.
…
At that moment, Xie Yunwan was standing by the bed, her heart pounding with nervousness. She had no idea what to do next. Sun Zhe was already drunk. If she climbed into his bed now, it would seem like she was taking advantage of him.
