The next morning, Chi Xiaoyu woke up very late.
As she opened her eyes, a splitting headache slammed into her.
She had drunk way too much last night—and couldn't even remember how she'd made it back home.
Her nightgown was clean. Could it have been him who helped change her into it?
She pressed her fingers against her temples and rubbed for a long while...
Hmm, still no chance of recalling anything.
After getting up, she washed her face, went downstairs, and was met with the maid holding a glass of juice. "Ma'am, drink this apple juice—it'll help with the hangover."
Chi Xiaoyu's head was killing her. Without thinking, she took the apple juice and drank it.
After drinking, she noticed the sour-sweet taste—it wasn't bad at all.
She raised her head and saw Yeh Cangqiong stride out of the kitchen while removing a pair of disposable gloves. "How are you feeling? Does it taste good?"
Chi Xiaoyu gave him a faint glance and stubbornly kept silent.
