Morning came, and the sun shone very brightly on his face. He squinted and opened his eyes. The first thing that welcomed him was the white plain ceiling above the bed. Also, the bed was bigger, like a king-size.
Him was a queen-size. The scent of blankets and soft pillows crawled into his senses. Xiu Yan sprang up, roaming his eyes.
"This is not my room!"
Then the throbbing hangover struck his head. He massaged his temples. "My head," he groaned while paddling his feet to find some slippers. Just like the guest room, this one also had a balcony.
Xiu Yan slid the glass doors and opened it. He leaned on the ledge and the soft morning wind caressed his skin. He closed his eyes for a while, trying to relax his throbbing head.
"What happened last night?" He retracted his hands from the ledge and headed back inside. He was wearing a clean robe. He remembered that he fell asleep in the bathtub last night.
