When Yun Qian Meng woke up, it was ten in the morning. She hadn't been asleep long but her head felt heavy. Her mouth though tasted foul. When she groaned and rolled over, she felt someone watching her.
Squinting her eyes open, she craned her neck and looked around the room. Mo Qingchen sat on the ground, his back against the wall and his head hanging. He was clearly asleep.
Qian Meng felt the intense need to throw herself out of the window. She crawled slowly and hoped that the bed didn't creak. She suddenly felt that the breeze was touching her a little more than usual and looked down.
Yes, she was only wearing her underwear. She peeked at Mo Qingchen and sighed. She didn't know how much he had seen but she didn't have to face the embarrassment of waking up to him. The phone was promptly by the side of the bed. She held it up and looked at the time.
Her blood pressure rose.
It was late. Very badly so.
