When she woke up again, it was already the afternoon of the next day.
She only felt a headache.
Rubbing her eyes, she sat up and looked around for a long time, confirming that there was indeed no one in the room.
She was wearing Koa Jackson's white shirt.
Hesitating for a while, she finally slipped on her slippers and trudged out slowly.
Koa Jackson was in the garden, reclining on a large sofa, holding a book.
"Brother Jackson." Mia Ginger approached, calling with a gentle smile.
Koa Jackson closed the book and placed it on the coffee table, looking her up and down, he asked, "Awake?"
"Mm." "You were drunk last night," Koa Jackson looked at her steadily, raising an eyebrow, "Don't remember?"
"I only remember going to the restaurant for dinner." Mia Ginger scratched her head with one hand, frowning, yet still had no recollection.
"Mm." Koa Jackson suddenly smiled, "It's good not to remember."
