After dawn, Long Fei woke up early.
He stretched lazily, turned over and left his room to see three women in front of him, either slumped over the table or curled up on the floor.
Awkward and disheveled, their hair a mess, it was truly a sight to behold.
Long Fei took out his phone and snapped a picture of them for posterity.
Such a classic scene was truly once in a blue moon.
The three women had finished off a bottle of Maotai.
Long Fei tried to wake them up, but they kept their eyes shut, showing no signs of wanting to come to.
Helplessly, he carried these three over to their beds and arranged them neatly.
The floor was cold, and sleeping on it would surely invite illness.
The three beauties lay neatly in bed.
Any man who saw them in such a drowsy state might have his imagination run wild.
But Long Fei had no such thoughts, his eyes were only for Wang Xiaoya.
He covered them with blankets, washed up in the bathroom, then went into the kitchen to make some soup for them.
