He felt somewhat dizzy as he looked around, discovering that the environment was somewhat unfamiliar. After a long while, he finally realized that this was Qiao Wennuan's home.
The continuous consumption of alcohol had made him accustomed to the hangover headaches he typically experienced the next day. He sat on the bed, motionless, feeling as if everything that had happened the night before was just a distant nightmare.
Just as Shen Liangnian was lost in his thoughts, the door was pushed open.
Qiao Wennuan saw Shen Liangnian sitting up and asked in a soft tone, "Liangnian, are you awake?"
Shen Liangnian raised his head and looked at Qiao Wennuan's smiling face. Suddenly, eight words came to mind. She's as beautiful as a flower, but has a heart as cold as a viper's.
His expression turned cold.
