The next morning, a ray of sunshine shone through the ledge of the roof and scattered on Jiang Chen's nose.
Jiang Chen's eyebrows jumped as he opened his drowsy eyes. Almost at the same time, a sour feeling flooded into the back of his head.
[Hungover again…]
After showering last night, Sun Jiao drank some more with him. As to what she did to him after he was drunk? Hehe, there was no need to guess.
Jiang Chen took a deep breath of fresh morning air as he wanted to drowsily rub his sore facial muscles, but his right hand seemed to be trapped by something. He took a moment to process that before he tried to move his left, but it was also trapped.
Even though Jiang Chen reacted slowly, he realized that the situation was a bit odd.
He shook himself free of his drowsiness, turned his head and immediately understood the situation.
