He had been sleeping all the way until the afternoon.
Dong Xiaoyan had just woken up, but she didn't have even half of her usual energy, feeling as if her body had been battered by a battering ram all night, almost falling apart.
With great difficulty, she opened her eyes, looking at the ceiling with unfocused and blurry vision for a long time before it finally began to sharpen.
Just moments ago, her sight was as if blinded, seeing nothing at all.
The stars in the sky were still turning.
After a while, Dong Xiaoyan struggled to raise her hand in front of her face and then spread her fingers apart, tentatively moving them a few times.
"Oof... I'm alive..."
Then she seemed to remember something, scratched her head, and mumbled to herself, "What's going on... Why does it hurt so much... What exactly happened?"
The poor fool was a mess from being tidied up all night after getting drunk, still too exhausted to think clearly, unable to recall anything at the moment.
