Xiao Zai woke up with a crushing headache and feeling as if something had crawled down his throat and died there.
With great effort, he managed to peel his eyes open and take in his surroundings.
He recognised the room he'd booked in the brothel, although it was distinctively more dishevelled than he remembered.
With a groan, he managed to free himself of the sheets coiling around his middle and sat up in bed.
The room looked like a herd of stampeding horses had gone through it, toppling everything, and even breaking a wine jar. Its spilled contents hadn't yet dried on the wooden floor.
Xiao Zai rubbed his eyes with a yawn.
"Stop hogging the covers," said a mumbled, sleep-thick voice, beside him.
Chu Yun was laying in bed next to Xiao Zai, apparently naked under the silk comforter. One of his fluffy fox ears was bent in an uncomfortable position beneath his head, while the other stuck out straight from between his loose hair.
