He Miao only woke up the next morning.
Her head was heavy and she had almost no memory of what happened after she got drunk yesterday. She was worried about what she did drunk, but when she went out to college and saw that He Wei's expression was normal, she secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
She had been getting along with her classmates during the past few days, but she found it strange that she would run into Jing Yan at noon every day.
Soon, it was Saturday, the day she had agreed to visit the perfume-making competition with Li Ming.
She had woken up late today. By the time she arrived at the exhibition center where the competition was held, it was already half an hour later than the agreed time.
For some reason, Onion did not feel sleepy even after midnight. He kept disturbing her and not letting her rest.
"I'm sorry I'm late," He Miao panted heavily and ran to the door to meet up with Li Ming and the others.
