Early the next morning, Yang Fei opened his eyes.
A brilliant beam of sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling window, dazzling his eyes so much that he couldn't see anything clearly.
Yang Fei stretched lazily, shook his head, and recalled last night's drunkenness, letting out a wry smile.
At that moment, a soft moan came from nearby, and a long, smooth leg stretched over, pressing against his abdomen.
Yang Fei was startled, turned his head, and happened to see Milan's gentle and delicate face.
Half of her face was hidden behind her cloud-like hair, with a beautiful blush still lingering on her cheeks.
Her lips were tightly sealed, with a sweet smile, and her breath was light, clearly lost in a beautiful dream.
In that instant, Yang Fei almost felt his heart leap out of his mouth.
He clearly remembered drinking heavily with Maggie and the others last night, losing any recollection afterward, only to wake up and find Milan sleeping beside him.
