The morning light streamed through the partially open window, casting a dazzling golden hue onto the bed.
The man, asleep, turned over and stretched his long arm, which draped across the woman's flat abdomen.
With a muffled groan, Shen Wan was jolted awake. She kicked out, and Zhou Chi slowly opened his eyes. "Ouch! That hurt!" He winced while rubbing his buttocks, his voice still bearing the unique low and husky tone of awakening.
Shen Wan sat up, moved her stiff neck, and found that her entire body reeked of alcohol, which wasn't pleasant. Glancing out the window, she saw the rising sun, its rays piercing through the clouds, painting a bright tangerine color across the sky.
"Is your head spinning?" Zhou Chi yawned, his beautiful eyes slightly misty with sleep, but he still didn't forget to care about Shen Wan.
"Not really."
