Zhang Liling woke up with pain shooting right through her skull.
Holding one side of her head with her left hand, she slowly sat up on the bed with the help of the free hand before bringing it up to the other part of her head.
Now holding her head in her hands, she cringed, almost screaming at the pain it cost her to sit up.
"Damn alcohol!" She muttered through deep breaths.
When she had calmed down enough to go without holding her head in her hands, she looked up while squinting her eyes to look at her surroundings.
'Last night...' She started to think about what happened last night.
She could very well remember closing the curtains before leaving for the party last night. Who raised it? Wait! How did I get home last night? Who brought me into the room?
Thinking about that, she hurriedly brought her gaze down to her body, which caused another wave of pain to hit her head.
