Song Zhiqing woke up, feeling his head was splitting with pain. As he opened his eyes and looked at the bed curtains, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. He then surveyed his surroundings—it was Bai Shuilian's sleeping quarters.
How did he end up on the bed?
He moved slightly, feeling cool underneath him. He lifted the quilt and checked, then coughed lightly.
Bai Shuilian came in from outside, and whether it was an illusion or not, her gaze seemed somewhat complex.
"How did I just fall asleep?" Song Zhiqing asked awkwardly. He had lost all his memory.
Bai Shuilian secretly cursed this man who was so used to acting, but showed a coquettish smile, saying, "You drank a few cups more than usual which you enjoyed thoroughly, but poor me was tormented to the point of almost falling apart."
Song Zhiqing: "..."
Did such a thing happen?
