8 o'clock the next morning, Xiqiao Street.
Zhang Xiaohua slowly opened his eyes and started sitting up. But suddenly, he felt splitting headache come on.
Forced to rub his eyes, Zhang Xiaohua inadvertently turned his head, and he could not help but become startled as he saw Yuan Datong across from him, holding his chin in his hand. His eyes bore into Zhang Xiaohua, his face full of an inexplicable smile.
Zhang Xiaohua's brows suddenly wrinkled, he faintly felt a chill. Looking down, his face became full of sweat, all his clothes were gone and only his underwear was left!
Zhang Xiaohua subconsciously yanked up his quilt and asked: "You...what did you do to me last night?"
Yuan Datong smiled and said: "You threw up yesterday night. In the living room and on your clothes, so we changed you out of them."
"....." Zhang Xiaohua was speechless.
"I am a little hungry, can you go get me some food?" Said Zhang Xiaohua with a sigh.
