At around 11 pm, Qi Yan was woken up by a phone call.
She hugged the blanket and rolled around on the bed a few times. After the ringtone automatically hung up, she slowly opened her eyes.
The heavy curtains opposite her blocked all the light, making her unable to tell what time it was.
This was not her house.
Qi Yan gasped and suddenly sat up. She held her forehead and carefully recalled what happened last night.
Who was she drinking with last night… Oh right, Nan Zhe!
Thinking of Nan Zhe, she immediately heaved a sigh of relief and fell back onto the bed as if a burden had been lifted off her shoulders.
Then everything would be fine.
Damn. She was scared for a moment there.
Qi Yan closed her eyes and closed them for a while before getting out of bed with her phone.
Walking into the living room, she narrowed her eyes and sized up the decoration style and interior.
