After the hangover, Jin Ruiyang's head was throbbing and when he woke up again, he lay on the floor of his own room.
His slender fingers curled, massaging the aching spot between his brows as he called out in a hoarse voice, "Jin Yu..."
No one answered, so Jin Ruiyang called out again, "Jin Yu..."
Still no response. Jin Ruiyang slowly sat up, noticing himself sitting on the floor as his forehead continued to pulsate.
The heartless one.
He took his clothes to the bathroom for a cold shower, got dressed, and opened a drawer that held more than a dozen gold-rimmed glasses without prescription lenses.
His slender finger picked one pair and put them on. One side of his collar was sticking up, he frowned and pressed it down before he walked out of the room unruffled.
Xu Qiang stayed up last night to write a heartfelt letter, employing all his literary skills to express one thing: to ask Xu Niannian to send him some Liuyue Su.
