Though caught red-handed, Chenxing's brain was working quickly. Noticing that he wasn't angry at her, she breathed a slight sigh of relief. Then, with half-closed eyes, she said, "I'm totally drained."
She had partied too hard the night before and was still feeling sore, barely having any strength left.
The rascal who had been indiscreet in the middle of the night was now dressed in a crisp suit, looking refreshed. Chenxing bit her lip; it wasn't fair at all. He was the one who had done all the work, so why was she the one that couldn't get up?
She quietly cursed in her mind.
Gu Shaocheng looked at the red spot on her chest and smiled in interest. Chenxing glanced down and hurriedly covered herself with the blanket.
Then gave him a glare.
He didn't react, just kept observing her from a superior stance, as if waiting for something.
"What's up, Shaocheng?"
Chenxing could no longer bear it, she gazed at him with her swollen lips.
"See what time it is now."
