It took about ten minutes for Shen Jianian to confirm that the fragments flashing in her mind weren't scenes from a dream because the evidence was still on the cutting board.
She picked up a slice of lemon that had been left overnight in the warm room. It was no longer as juicy, looking a bit withered, but the sourness was still strong.
Shen Jianian closed her eyes, her expression slightly despairing.
"Jianian, you're up so early." Zhao Shunyi yawned, stretching as she entered the kitchen, "Last night..."
Shen Jianian quickly interrupted her, "How did I get back to my room last night?"
"You don't remember?" Zhao Shunyi asked, only recalling that Jianian was drunk last night, so it was normal not to remember, "Mr. Fu carried you out of the kitchen and back to your room."
At this, Zhao Shunyi smiled sleepily, stretching out her arms in a gesture of carrying someone, "It was a princess carry."
Shen Jianian looked wooden-faced.
