The next day.
When Wen Sheng woke up, she found herself in the big bed at her home.
Her whole body was aching, as if someone had dismantled her bones, and her head was still groggy, a hangover from drinking.
Some fragments flashed through her mind, chaotic and absurd - just as she thought she was dreaming, the bedroom door was pushed open. Fu Yanlin, in his homewear, walked in with a tray, a satiated morning glow on his austere face, "Awake?"
Wen Sheng felt as if the sky had collapsed, her face icy cold, "What are you doing here?"
Fu Yanlin knew she would deny everything in the morning and tell him to get lost. Thankfully, he was prepared. Setting the breakfast tray on the bedside table, he sat down on the edge of the bed, twisting the situation to his advantage, "Wen Sheng, you're quite cruel, getting hot and heavy with me and not wanting to take responsibility for it?"
Wen Sheng's face darkened, "What do you mean?"
What did he mean when he said that she seduced him?!
