The sun's rays were falling in his eyes, making him squint in his sleep. His neck seemed to have developed a terrible crick.
Where was he? The ceiling looked unfamiliar, the bed felt cramped, he still had his shoes on.
Tang got up with a jerk as he took stock of his surroundings. He had fallen asleep at Jia Li's apartment. Grimacing at his terrible manners, he looked around for her.
The tiny apartment was empty barring a faint smell of her usual perfume in the air. He covered his face with his hands, feeling the sharpness of his stubble. Removing the blanket, he stepped off the bed. So much for his offering her the explanation for his presence at the office yesterday . He looked for his phone and found it plugged in the charger next to the bed.
