Chen Zhou was awakened by a soft, low sobbing.
As he opened his eyes and looked towards the source of the sound, his groggy brain went blank, and his heart skipped a beat.
He saw the seductive woman in a kimono curled up in the corner, secretly wiping away tears, with disheveled hair, one of her white socks off, clinging tightly to her no longer neat kimono—an image so clear that even a fool would understand what had happened!
Chen Zhou was stunned, then subconsciously glanced at himself.
His suit jacket had already been tossed aside, every button on his shirt was undone, and his belt was half unbuckled…
If he needed a word to describe his appearance at that moment, 'dissolute' would be all too fitting.
Chen Zhou hastily sat up, hurriedly fastening his buttons, his back breaking out in a dense cold sweat. In his panic, he even buttoned them up incorrectly.
