Han Jing's eyes bleared open, and he focused on the very first thing that appeared in front of him. It was a blob of pink, a fur of pink, no—it was a hair of pink. And he soon realized that he was leaning across the man's body. What the…?
"Oh, back on earth again, Jing?" Mou Gu glanced at him and grinned. "Glad you're back in the world of living."
"What?" He narrowed his eyes at the man. His words didn't make much sense, but he had too much of a headache to care. His head was foggy and cloudy. That was the same wasn't it? He sighed and staggered away from the man. "What happened?" His back met a cold hard wall and he leaned against it.
"You drank a lot." Mou Gu scrunched up his nose. "You should be glad that I was there, or else who knows what would have happened to you?"
"What?" He said it again and tried to balance himself on his feet. He looked around and found himself inside the restaurant of Mou Gu. "I don't remember anyone inviting me to a bar—"
