The sunlight filtered in through the window, and the man, deep in slumber, furrowed his brow and opened his eyes.
His white shirt was somewhat wrinkled, the slightly gaping collar adding a touch of dishevelment.
Ya Shitian propped himself up and saw a woman sleeping on a bed not far away.
Scattered on the floor lay a pile of empty wine bottles.
The woman lay on the bed, long hair concealing her face, yet her perfect, seductive figure could not be hidden.
The air was still heavy with the scent of alcohol; one could only imagine how much they had drunk the night before.
Ya Shitian rose from the couch, silently stepping out of the bedroom.
The moment he left, the woman opened her eyes with a clear gaze.
Ya Shitian closed the bedroom door behind him, and Mo Shisan approached, speaking in a hushed tone, "Young master, Miss Ye called just now."
"What did she say?" Ya Shitian realized his throat was dry and uncomfortable as soon as he spoke.
