Song Qingchun felt like she had woken up from her deepest sleep in months. The midday sun was already shining when her eyes fluttered open.
The hangover caused her a great headache. When she opened her eyes, her mind was still fuzzy.
She pooled the cover around her out of habit. She thought about lying in bed even longer, but the familiar yet faded scent that drifted into her nostrils caused her to frown. Then, it hit her that the cover was not the pink one that she normally used; it was in deep blue color. This was obviously a male style.
Song Qingchun's drowsiness was completely shattered like someone had swung a bat at it. She sat up instantly in bed. Her eyes wandered about, and it finally dawned on her that she was in Su Zhinian's bedroom.
