"Ugh......"
When Shiyu of Misty Hill opened her eyes, it was already the morning of the next day. Her head was still slightly aching, causing her to instinctively cover her forehead and let out a low moan. Then she turned her head to look beside her. Next to her, Fang Zheng was deeply asleep with his eyes closed.
"So... it really happened, didn't it?"
Murmuring to herself, Shiyu of Misty Hill reached out and gently touched her body. Although her memories of last night were fragmented due to her drunkenness, her body still bore the marks of last night. The numbness and slight pain between her legs also indicated what had happened.
"Haah......"
Thinking of this, Shiyu of Misty Hill sighed deeply. Although alcohol was an excuse, she questioned herself if she had been too bold. In fact, Shiyu of Misty Hill knew very well that her relationship with Fang Zheng wasn't deep enough for this. The reason she initiated last night was more like an act of self-destruction.
