The light in the bedroom was dim, and she could vaguely make out the blurred outlines—it was definitely her suite.
Yin Mo propped herself up; the hangover left her with a dizzy and foggy head.
She massaged her temples, struggling for quite a while before she remembered drinking with Nan Xin last night, and then... she forgot.
Yin Mo looked down at the clothes she was wearing, still yesterday's outfit, and inexplicably felt relieved. She lifted the blanket and was about to get out of bed to drink some water.
Just then, a breezy, teasing male voice sounded, "Awake?"
Yin Mo stood barefoot on the floor, the hangover slowing her reactions, "Who?"
He Chen rose from the rattan chair, walked back to the floor-to-ceiling window with ease, and leaned against the door frame, "Who else would you expect?"
Yin Mo gazed at He Chen in a daze, her eyes drifting down to his scarred legs, her lips curling, "You haven't left?"
Yesterday evening, He Chen had woken her up after he had a nap.
