When Su Xiaofei woke up the next morning, her head was pounding and her throat felt dry and itchy. She groaned and rolled onto her side, facing her husband's chest.
Lu Qingfeng's arms went around her and pulled her close, placing a kiss on her forehead.
"Good morning." He murmured, brushing some of her hair away from her face to look at her.
Even with such a low tone, Su Xiaofei felt her head throb. She groaned and closed her eyes, taking in shallow breaths in an attempt to lessen her discomfort. She couldn't remember feeling this drunk ever since Xi Qian's eighteenth birthday.
"You drank too much last night." Lu Qingfeng explained. "You should have known this would happen after I warned you not to accept Zhu Beichuan's concoctions." He added, kissing her cheek affectionately this time.
"Can't help it. I'll try not to allow any alcoholic drinks to touch my lips next time." She promised. "I just hope I didn't make a scene last night."
