Ye Shu awoke once again in the master bedroom of Shengjing Garden.
The hangover made her head feel like it was splitting open.
She tapped on her swollen head while one hand reached out, trying to prop herself up to sit.
Yet she realized that her body felt somewhat listless.
The lingering fuzziness from being drunk delayed her reaction as she pinched herself.
"Mrs. Sheng's private life really is chaotically dazzling—smoking, heavy drinking, what isn't it that you don't dare to do?"
The man's deep voice was incredibly hoarse, as if there was a suppressed anger clogging his throat.
Startled, Ye Shu quickly withdrew her hand and stole a glance at him.
Seeing Sheng Shaochen's handsome and unflappable face dim and brighten amid the swirling smoke, Ye Shu felt so embarrassed she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
Her head lowered more and more, "Last night... thank you."
After giving it some thought, Ye Shu felt that she should thank him.
