Zhao Chi finished freshening up and had just put on his clothes, preparing to sneak out when he found the bedroom door opening.
Zhang Xiaorui stepped out from the bedroom first, bumping right into Zhao Chi's embrace.
During their eye contact, they both saw a hint of nervousness and evasion in the other's swollen eyes.
Every time Zhao Chi thought about what happened last night, he didn't know how to face Zhang Xiaorui. And she felt the same, the sight of Zhao Chi reminding her of the licentious scene from the night before—even the thought that her body probably still contained a lot of Zhao Chi's essence made her heart race with excitement and tension.
"Well... Xiao Rui, you're awake?" Zhao Chi asked awkwardly with a smile, "You drank too much last night; are you feeling better now?"
"Mm... much better, I drank too much yesterday, can't remember what happened at all," Zhang Xiaorui said softly with her face blushing as she looked down.
