[Yang Menghuo POV]
Yang Menghuo stretched his body as he yawned after a good night's sleep. He scratched his body as he looked at the ceiling.
'Huh… why is my room's ceiling so low?' He pondered. He looked down and saw a blanket covering his body.
'Why do I have a Donald Duck's blanket? When did I buy it?' He pondered again.
He turned his head to the left and found that he was sleeping in front of the television, on the couch. Yang Menghuo's eyes widened as he got up and looked around, half dazed and half surprised.
'Did I just sleep in Ying Jie's apartment?!'
He checked his clothes and sighed in relief after he realized that he was still fully clothed. Because it would be a big waste if he actually did it with Ying Jie while he was completely unconscious out of exhaustion.
Yang Menghuo looked around and see there was no trace of Ying Jie, and when he saw the clock, he realized that Ying Jie must've gone to work.
