The sun had already risen high above the horizon, filling the room with warm, bright light, by the time Yu Qingyu finally woke up from his slumber. Feeling a throbbing headache, he groaned, furrowing his brows, before slowly lifting himself up to a sitting position. He stretched his waist, letting out a long yawn, and opened his eyes.
He blinked a few times, his eyelids still sticky with sleepiness, as he struggled to register his surroundings.
That was most definitely not his room.
The last night events slowly started coming back to him. From the time he spent in the bar with Tang Anning and other teammates, through his outburst, prompted by the alcohol courage, and…
He involuntarily lifted his hand, brushing against his slightly swollen lips.
…So it was not a dream, after all?
