The next day.
In the painting studio of the Huo Family's small villa.
Qiao Xi, bleary-eyed with throbbing temples, lay on the tatami.
Her hangover response was intense, and she propped herself up with aching back and waist.
Tired.
Her whole body ached.
She rubbed her sore eyes, lazily stretched, and the blanket slid off, revealing her upper body.
Qiao Xi was stunned for a moment—why wasn't she wearing any clothes?
On the floor were scattered pieces of a dress and underwear, along with some torn scraps of fabric.
She was nearly about to scream.
Her body reacted violently, her limbs ached—had she and Mr. Huo had a drunken mishap last night?
She knocked on her head, unable to recall anything.
Her gaze inadvertently swept over to the drawing on the easel, and she was stunned.
As if struck by lightning.
Then, her cheeks flushed and her body heated up.
This...
What on earth was this?
