Mo Weiyi woke up about three hours later.
As soon as she opened her eyes and saw the familiar crystal chandelier hanging overhead, she blinked, experiencing a momentary blankness in her mind.
She felt so tired, her entire body ached, especially a certain vulnerable part…
Also, where was this…
"Awake?" A man's voice, exceptionally hoarse after the event, rang out beside her.
Mo Weiyi turned her face.
When she saw Xiao Yebai's handsome, familiar face, and then lower… he was clearly not wearing any clothes.
Both were covered with a thin quilt, considering the familiar yet strange ache on her body…
"Did we… did we…"
"Yeah," Xiao Yebai said as he scooped her into his arms, "You were drunk at lunch and kept insisting on going home, so I carried you back here."
"So you mean…" Mo Weiyi carefully recollected, "I was drunk, and you carried me back here… So Shibo and the rest know?"
"Yeah," Xiao Yebai continued, "Not only do they know, but they also saw everything."
Mo Weiyi: "..."
