Ye Qiu had a headache, and he instinctively touched his head, but as he moved, he realized he was restrained; to be exact, his limbs were tied up.
Ye Qiu opened his eyes to find himself lying on a round bed.
The lighting was neither too dim nor too bright, very gentle. There wasn't much in the room besides the bed, essentially just one chair left.
How had he ended up here?
It didn't make sense!
Ye Qiu knew he didn't have a habit of getting drunk. How could he possibly be intoxicated?
Could there have been something wrong with the wine?
He remembered having consumed all the red wine on the bar, but as he reached the end, his consciousness began to blur.
