Morning.
Sunshine illuminates the luxury tower of the five-star hotel.
In the presidential suite, on a super large double bed, Nangong Yaoling who only had a sheet covering his waist turned over.
His well-built, strong upper body was exposed, and his powerful arm instinctively reached beside him.
But he found the side was empty.
The man had a handsome and exquisite face, with his brows furrowed.
His long eyelashes fluttered a bit, as his eyes slowly opened.
He looked around somewhat confused, the focus of his dark pupils gradually recovering.
Propped up his body, he used his hand to support his forehead.
His brain was somewhat painful and muddled, and it searched for memories bit by bit.
Suddenly, he remembered something, and his pupils instantly contracted.
Last night at the bar...
That girl...
Thinking of this, Nangong Yaoling's eyes lit up, and his sharp gaze quickly scanned the entire room.
