Huh... something's not right.
This is her home.
An Yue looked around the room again, confirming it was her own home.
This... she was at her home, not at a hotel or a strange place, but... in her home, in her room, why was there a man holding her?
Could it be An En?
An Yue had been afraid to move, afraid to turn her head and look, just in case she saw an unfamiliar and ugly face, but at this moment, she had no choice but to turn over forcefully. Looking at the man holding her from behind.
She turned and saw a familiar sleeping face.
"..."
Seeing that young and handsome face, An Yue was dumbfounded.
Dang Yang?
Why was it Dang Yang?
She thought it was An En, why was it Dang Yang?
How did Dang Yang end up in her bed? How could he be holding her while sleeping?
An Yue's heart raced with anxiety; could something have happened between her and Dang Yang?
Young men and women, drunk and unclear-headed, anything is possible to happen.
She and Dang Yang...
