Xiang Wan's head buzzed, and for an instant, she felt as if the world were spinning, as if she had lost the ability to perceive anything.
Yet the moist touch on her lips was so clear, the firm body pressed against hers so passionate, the intermingling breaths and heartbeats all so real…
The last second of her consciousness was filled with dancing lights all around her and the invading scent of Pine Scent.
…
When Xiang Wan woke up, it was already the next morning.
The alarm clock by her bed was tirelessly ringing, annoying Shi Nian'an who was humming and hawing beside her.
Xiang Wan hurriedly turned off the alarm clock, rubbed her aching, stuffy head, and groggily went to wash up.
She had definitely drunk too much last night; she couldn't remember how she had gotten home, as if her memories had been completely erased, which was quite miraculous.
