The next day.
June's sunlight was abundant and scorching.
When the sun streamed through the balcony and onto Yang Hao's face in the bedroom, the overworked boss finally opened his eyes.
"Hiss~~!"
"So heavy..."
Feeling the weight on his chest, Yang Hao struggled to move his body off the large yet cramped sofa.
"Huff~~!"
"Did I play too hard last night?"
When Yang Hao finally sat up on the sofa, he was also shocked by what he saw.
Torn clothes everywhere, completely laddered black and white stockings, piles and piles of tissues, and those two exquisite silhouettes on the sofa and the carpet.
Especially the figure on the sofa, if it weren't for Mr. Yang's physical condition having reached an outrageous level.
He absolutely believed that he would have been crushed to death by those two huge mountains in his sleep.
However, Yang Hao quickly revealed a smile.
Deserved it!
This Xiao Meiying, she really didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.
