The ray of the morning sun filtered by the transparent window shone into Zoey's eyes. Her eyelids flickered before her one eye slowly opened.
Zoey yawned, rubbing her eyes as she assisted herself up. Looking around with her weary eyes, she closed her eyes again.
Recalling what happened last night, Zoey's head ached a little as her face distorted. "What the fck..." she mumbled, memories of her words last night surged inside her head and filled it in.
She didn't even have time to guess how she ended up in her own bedroom as it was already obvious; Matthew Xi must have carried her all the way here.
"Damn it... damn it... damn it...!" Massaging her temples, Zoey repeated until her tone escalated and she ruffled her hair in distress.
"Just what the hell, Zoey?!" Out of annoyance, Zoey had the urge to cut her tongue for speaking too much last night.
