Duoduo had not slept for very long.
On the contrary, she woke up rather early.
Her head ached a bit as she sat up and realized that she was in her own bedchamber.
She remembered going to the bar with Milo, drinking quite a bit on her own, and ending up feeling dizzy and bloated. Later, Milo took her out and seemed to carry her to the car.
After that... her memory wasn't so clear.
But she still felt like she was missing some very important information.
She vaguely felt that she and Milo had been very intimate, but she couldn't be certain.
As she sat rubbing her temples in a daze, a person on the nearby carpet also sat up.
"Miss Duoduo," he called her.
"Michael? Why are you here?" Duoduo saw Michael lying on the carpet, covered with a blanket.
"I was worried about you," Michael replied, "so I stayed here to watch over you."
A warm current flowed through Duoduo's heart.
"Thank you, Michael," she said softly, "Thank you... "
