January 1st, the first day of the new year, still during the holiday, Shen Jianian was able to sleep until noon and woke up in Fu Jichen's bedroom, which had long become a habit.
The curtains were drawn, making the room slightly dim.
Shen Jianian rubbed her heavy head and found that her clothes were gone. She had slipped into one of Fu Jichen's shirts, ash gray with metal buttons, expertly tailored and crafted with excellent materials and fit.
The shirt was long enough to be worn as a dress, so she wasn't wearing pants, and her fair, smooth legs peeked out from under the blanket.
Fu Jichen was not in the bedroom, so Shen Jianian didn't linger, got up, threw a blanket over her shoulders, and quietly returned to her room to change into a set of loungewear, feeling much more comfortable.
Apparently, she had gotten drunk again last night.
Shen Jianian pressed her fingers to her brow as she dragged herself to the bathroom to freshen up.
