Qiao Yanze's head hurt badly.
He could not remember anything that happened the night before.
However, the bits of red on the woman's exposed skin clearly told him what happened last night.
Sitting up slowly, the blanket fell from him, revealing his firm but toned muscles. The sunlight shining in seemed to cover him in a honey-colored layer, as he exuded a healthy and enticing glow, such that people could not look away.
Just as he was about to pull the blanket away and get off the bed, the woman beside him moved, opening her eyes slowly. She turned around and looked at Qiao Yanze.
Their eyes met.
One was extremely shy.
The other's emotion was hard to read.
Xiao Ying sat up, her fingers gripping onto the blanket tightly over her body. She did not dare to look into Qiao Yanze's eyes for too long, her eyes covered with a thin layer of moisture, making her look slightly delicate.
