Zhao woke up in the morning with a headache. He sat on the bed, gradually opened his eyes, and looked around. His throat was drying when he reached out his hand towards the table but he was shocked to see his bear arm. Reality hit him and looked at himself. He was wearing no shirt. He turned and saw Zhu Rui who was sleeping beside him, peacefully.
"What happened last night?" murmured Zhao and closed his eyes to recall the things. He entered in with Zhu Rui and then there was nothing. "What did I do? Did I do something with her?" Zhao mumbled and looked at Zhu Rui. "But her clothes are intact so nothing happened. But then why she is sleeping beside me when I told her not to do this?" Zhao muttered and rubbed his forehead. He got down from the bed, found his shirt on the floor. He gulped the saliva down his throat and picked the shirt up.
