It was another sunny morning. Sun Zhe woke up to find himself lying in an unfamiliar bed.
The pillow and quilt exuded a faint, feminine fragrance. The room's decor was exquisite and lovely, mostly filled with items one would associate with a woman, like fresh flowers and plush toys. So, this was a woman's room.
"Damn!" he cursed, rubbing his temples. What happened last night?
Sun Zhe sat up abruptly and tried to recall the events of the previous night. But even after racking his brain, he could only remember having a blast in the private room. He'd apparently danced and even done some flirting. Afterwards, he ran into Zhu Yan at the elevators and they seemed to have argued. Then Chu Youdie had pulled him into a taxi... and that was it. The rest was a blank.
This has to be Chu Youdie's place.
