The sky outside had just begun to lighten when Zhao Zhi awoke from her deep sleep. Even a big star couldn't avoid the headache that came with a hangover.
Instinctively, she reached for her temples, which were throbbing slightly, but her hand froze midway. She realized that she wasn't alone in bed.
Next to her was a young but very strong young man, and she was lying face-to-face with him, one leg draped over his waist.
The intense feeling of fullness inside her body told her that they were not just close, but connected. The part of him that was tightly joined with her was a stark reminder that his strongest feature wasn't his chest muscles.
Zhao Zhi had seen many big scenes in her life. Although she instantly understood what had happened, she didn't scream like a little girl.
Instead, she lay there quietly, lost in memories.
