The morning sunlight shone through the villa's French windows, illuminating the house while also brightening the mess inside.
Fang Hua gradually woke up from her deep sleep. She moved her stiff arms and was about to sit up when she felt waves of pain between her legs.
Even so, Fang Hua still supported her body to sit up. Only then did she realize that she was sitting on the carpet in the villa's living room. There were traces of different degrees of purple and green on her body and between her legs. Seeing these traces made Fang Hua blush.
The clothes scattered on the carpet, as well as the red wine bottles and wine glasses that had fell on the coffee table in front of her. This messy scene and the traces on her body undoubtedly told her what had happened last night.
However, she clearly knew what had happened last night, but there were no memories of it in her mind. I must have drunk too much, Fang Hua thought as this way.
