"Dudu..."
The sound of the ferry's horn, accompanied by the bright sunlight, filtered in.
Today was good weather.
On the soft big bed.
The hungover man seemed to suddenly awaken, jolting upright, then immediately as if suffering the aftereffects, clutching his head in discomfort.
On the bedside table.
Half a glass of water was still placed there.
But now, it must have lost its warmth.
Jiang Chen sat on the bed, took a few deep breaths, enduring waves of headache, and looked around.
Besides himself, there was no one else in the room. It was very quiet and tidy.
Was it just a dream?
Indeed.
Last night, he seemed to have had an indecent...spring dream.
In the dream.
He was like a beast, driven by desire.
Even with his thick skin, he couldn't continue to ponder deeper, so he began to trace back his memories.
Yesterday, he had gotten drunk with Ye Tingxuan, that much he remembered, and then it felt like Pei Yunxi had helped him back.
As for what happened afterward...
