Edith Qian woke up the next morning with a terrible headache.
She only had a few drinks, but why was her head hurting so much?
Edith blinked her eyes a few times and realized that she had been sleeping in the living room.
The room was slightly lit by the light that came from the kitchen. Edith stared at the ceiling and her mind whirled to think of what had happened last night.
As the memories came to her mind, Edith suddenly sat up straight. A cursing word slipped out of her mouth.
The thick blanket on her body slid down to the floor. Just as she turned to pick it up, Edith began to notice that there was someone else in the living room and that person was watching her every movement in silence.
He was sitting at the one-seater with his legs crossed. His hands clasped together and his elbows rested on the armrest. The way he was staring at her was very domineering.
The air around them turned cold and stiff. Suddenly Edith had a premonition.
