Waking up, Zhu Qianying felt somewhat groggy.
Her memories stopped at the part where she got into the car and had a cold war with Yan Han, yet when she opened her eyes, what she saw was the bedroom scene of their foreign home.
Ugh, she really did get quite drunk!
Zhu Qianying silently regretted having drunk too much the night before, and thinking about the cold, dark expression on Yan Han's face made her shiver involuntarily.
A night of hangover resulted in a headache as if her head was splitting apart.
But why, in addition to the severe headache, did her entire body also hurt terribly?
"Awake?"
A familiar and tender voice came through, and Zhu Qianying followed the voice to see Yan Han pushing the door open, carrying a cup of something steaming.
Zhu Qianying responded vaguely, propped herself up on the bed, pinched the painfully swollen space between her eyebrows, and got up with a wince, the pain clarifying the cause of her body aches.
