By the time Hannah Garcia woke up, it was already the next morning.
The unfamiliar room, the unfamiliar bed, plus her bare body...
"What happened? Was I taken advantage of? Who did it?" Hannah instinctively muttered to herself while trying to recall exactly what had transpired.
Attended a wedding banquet, encountered Jonathan Robinson, then this shameless man drugged her, and then...
And then she also met her god!
Yes, she remembered, in the end, she found herself in her god's arms.
Could it be? Could it be?
Could it be that her god has been with her?
At the thought, Hannah felt her face turn a blush of embarrassment.
At the same time, there was a guilty sense of delight inside: Indeed, men always decide critical matters with their lower half.
Alright, now that he's been with her, it won't be so easy to shake her off!
Hannah shook her head hard, since when had her moral principles become like this?
