When Xiaofeng woke up, her head was splitting with pain. She pressed her temples and thought to herself that this must be the consequence of a hangover.
Subconsciously, she reached for the empty space beside her, but the bed was already empty.
Her mind instantly cleared, and she sat up.
There were creases on the bed, clearly indicating that someone had been there last night. She checked herself and found marks of last night's passion on her body. She could even vaguely remember her enthusiastic self from the night before.
So, everything from last night was not a dream, but real.
It was all real, but where was Ye Cheng?
After what he did, he ran away.
Her head still slightly throbbed; she pressed her temples again and got out of bed.
She left the bedroom and went downstairs.
Downstairs, only Ye Fei was present. Seeing Xiaofeng come down, his face broke into a smile, "Young Madam, good morning."
