Every time Xia Yuxun thought about what she had done at the beginning of last night under the influence of the drug, she felt so mortified that she wished she could crawl into a hole and never come out.
Would he think she was an easy woman? Would he dislike her? Could those sweet nothings he whispered last night be nothing more than a man's common illness when in bed?
Xia Yuxun pondered anxiously, her mind racing with countless chaotic thoughts in just a moment.
When she came back to her senses, she finally had a chance to look around the strange room she was in.
The luxuriously decorated hotel suite was exceptionally quiet, feeling very desolate.
The sheets and quilt on the bed had been changed, and there was no trace or warmth left of another person having been there.
Leng Sichen... had he already left?
