Shen Miao was dumbfounded.
There were clothes scattered on the ground, and wine bowls were piled up on the table. No matter how slow her mind was, she could guess one thing or two about what had happened.
"You're awake?" Xie Jingxing raised an eyebrow.
Shen Miao tried her best to regain her composure, but no matter how she pretended, she still looked a little flustered. When Xie Jingxing saw this, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He said, "You were very brave last night. Why are you afraid now?"
Shen Miao's heart skipped a beat. Once she was drunk, she couldn't remember anything. The memories before she got drunk still lingered in her mind. She was talking to Xie Jingxing about her previous life. Instead of telling him that she was reborn, she thought that it was more convincing to say that she had a prophetic dream.
