What he touched was a cold surface, and something felt off. When did his sheets become so rough?
Jun Mochan sat up and found himself on the floor.
Fragments of last night gradually returned to his mind, and he felt a bit annoyed. He hadn't drunk in a long time, and his tolerance was declining rapidly.
He hadn't drunk much yesterday, just a bottle of red wine, and yet he was drunk.
Jun Mochan tapped his head and walked towards the bathroom.
The sound of running water woke up Ye Ranran. Normally, she wouldn't care, but today she sat up immediately.
She wasn't fully awake yet, so she sat on the bed with her eyes closed, her head drooping, and her hair falling down, making her already fair face appear even paler.
Jun Mochan came out of the bathroom and, seeing Ye Ranran like this, found it strange, "Why not keep sleeping if you're not well-rested?"
Ye Ranran immediately opened her eyes; still not fully awake, her gaze was misty, like covered by a layer of fog, very attractive.
