The next day.
Jiang Chen opened his eyes.
After a short moment of confusion, he suddenly sat up, but then collapsed back onto the bed halfway through.
The reason was simple.
His head felt heavy; his feet felt light.
His entire body was weak and soft.
As if he had been anesthetized.
Jiang Chen frowned, didn't insist on sitting up again, and quickly scanned the room.
The room was very quiet; besides him, it was empty, and everything was neat and tidy, except for...
The sight of the shirt lying on the floor made Jiang Chen's pupils suddenly contract, and then he quickly threw off the covers.
His upper body was naked.
A few abdominal muscles were distinctly visible.
Even though they couldn't compare to those of a fitness coach, they still emanated a masculine charm that could quicken a woman's heartbeat.
Jiang Chen's gaze continued downward.
And then.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
His pants were still on.
He checked his belt.
It was tight.
