The morning sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains into the room and fell on Xia Lu's exposed shoulders.
She hummed softly twice, scratched her arm, turned over, and buried her head in the crook of the person next to her.
"Huh?" Suddenly sensing something unusual, her previously groggy mind instantly cleared up. She opened her eyes and found herself lying in Zhou Mingchen's arms, her hand even properly resting on his abs.
She immediately withdrew her hand, trying to find a more appropriate place to put it.
Last night... she froze in place. It seemed the alcohol wasn't enough to blackout and forget everything; she had recovered her memories so quickly and they were crystal clear. Nobody had forced her last night.
Zhou Mingchen suddenly moved, tightened his grip on her arm, and slightly opened his eyes, "What's wrong?"
