After vomiting, Ye Xiaomeng pulled He Ming to continue drinking. He Ming found her behavior annoying but eventually stopped caring.
The two had only met twice, yet now they sat face to face like old friends, ordering a few more bottles of alcohol and drinking them one after another.
...
Finally, both of them were completely drunk. They supported each other and staggered outside.
...
The morning sun illuminated the earth as if it had been gilded.
Ye Xiaomeng woke up groggily from her bed, stretching lazily.
Her head was heavy from a hangover, and it almost felt like she wasn't in her own body.
The bedsheets she touched weren't the light blue ones from her own apartment, and the overhead light was dazzling and magnificent, not the flickering bulb from her place.
Her throat felt like it was on fire, and her body ached as if something had torn through it recently. She raised her hand and noticed some bruises on her wrist.
