By the time I woke up again, my head was pounding.
The room had darkened without my notice. Groping for my phone on the bedside table, I checked the time—it was past ten at night.
Squinting, I suddenly realized there was someone sitting by the bed.
I got a shock, clutching the blanket and scooting backward.
The person snapped on the lamp on the bedside table, his voice hoarse with a trace of rasp, "Awake?"
I squinted, taking a few seconds to adjust to the abrupt light. When I saw it was Cheng Yu, my heart abruptly leapt.
I felt icy all over. Had it not been a dream before? I forced a stiff smile and asked, "When did you get back? Why didn't you wake me up?"
Cheng Yu narrowed his eyes, reached out and leaned in. I instinctively shrank back, then felt rigid all over, "I reek of alcohol; I'm filthy."
"I don't mind," Cheng Yu said, tucking the loose hair behind my ear, "There's still time, get up and wash up first."
I was puzzled—what was still in time?
