The next morning, Qingran awoke from a hangover and looked around at the unfamiliar place feeling somewhat bewildered. After a moment of confusion, she turned her head and saw Xie Ying'an sleeping beside her.
She was shocked for a moment, then felt even more perplexed.
Her mind froze for a while, unable to recall what had exactly happened.
Could it be that last night, under the influence of alcohol, she had slept with Xie Ying'an?
That seemed unlikely, mainly because the clothes on Xie Ying'an's body were too tidy.
His body was unusually stiff, with one of his arms hanging off the edge of the bed while she held onto it. The posture was visibly uncomfortable.
She had no idea how Xie Ying'an fell asleep; perhaps he was simply too exhausted to resist.
This year marked their third year of dating; they had kissed and hugged before, but this was the first time they had lain together in bed.
