Even the thickest curtains couldn't block the force of summer. The sun, brimming with confidence, poured in through the gaps in the never-fully-drawn curtains, rousing the languid figure asleep on the bed.

My head hurts so badly, my eyes feel like they're being stabbed, and my whole body aches.

With her hands and eyes, consciousness gradually returned. Zhang Zijun opened her heavy eyelids and realized that the scene before her was not her own familiar room and furnishings.

Whether it was the chandelier hanging from the ceiling or the large-screen crystal TV mounted on the bedside cabinet, everything silently indicated that this was not his own room.

Being away from home, his heart sank. Where was he?

With a throbbing headache, oh man, wasn't I drinking at the Ice Point bar last night?

Why aren't we at a bar instead of in a room right now?

And this room, decorated so beautifully, whose room is it?

"Creak," the sound of the sliding bathroom door pulled Li out of her thoughts.

Instinctively, he turned his head towards the bathroom, only to find a stranger there. The stranger was wearing a loose bathrobe around his waist and his freshly washed hair still glistened with water droplets.

Strong and well-built, his legs emerged from under the towel. His muscular thighs were a captivating sight.

Even though I had a splitting headache and couldn't figure out where I was, even though this was the first time I saw this man, I couldn't deny that he was ridiculously handsome.

"Are you awake?"

A low, slightly husky voice was magnetic. He raised his eyes just slightly, meeting Zǐjūn's gaze that was fixed upon him as he moved in for a strike.

"Ah!" Prince Zi Jun finally came to his senses, and then let out a shriek like a pig being slaughtered.

"Who exactly are you?" Zi Jun clutched the blanket tightly, her eyes fixed on the man walking towards her step by step. She looked at him with a wary and hostile expression.

"I am Tong Zhenyu," the man said as he approached the bedside, his hand reaching out to pull up the covers.

"Stay back!"

The young lord shouted, blocking the hand that was coming toward him.

"What do you want to do?" He shifted his weight on the bed, inching his way towards the edge. Reaching out, he grabbed a glass water tumbler from the bedside table.

The man looked at the glass in his hand and couldn't help but laugh. He thought he was very bold, but it turned out to be just the effect of being drunk. Once sober, he was so cowardly.

Don't be so tense.

Tong Zhenyu didn't continue to follow. Instead, he poured a cup of water and handed it to her: "You drank too much last night. Have some warm water; it will make your stomach feel better."

Zhangzi Jun was stunned. She looked at the water glass in his hand, then back at him. Finally, she slowly let go of the blanket she was clutching and stood up to take the glass of water.

It wasn't until I stood up that I realized the clothes I was wearing weren't from yesterday, but a cotton sleepwear.

His face changed in an instant, when did he change into his sleepwear? And where did his clothes go?

"Where is this sleeping?"

Zi Jun took the cup of water and, with her finger pointing at the cotton cloth on her own sleeve, frowned in suspicion and asked, "What about my own clothes?"

You vomited on yourself last night.

"Tong Zhenyu explained faintly, 'You not only vomited on your own clothes, but also on mine, so I could only ask the hotel staff to buy you a new sleeping outfit.'"

Zi Jun supported her head with her hand and thought carefully, but she couldn't remember changing her sheets last night.

If the bed isn't made by yourself, then.

"It was me who changed it for you!"

Tong Zhenyu didn't speak at first, but as soon as he did, he scared the person so badly that they rolled off the bed and onto the floor.

"You...you changed my clothes?"

Zi Jun's eyes widened immediately, and she stared blankly at the man standing beside her bed on the floor.

"Then, did you see anyone else in the room?" Tong Zhenyu raised an eyebrow.

Zi Jun, upon hearing this, was utterly devastated. She grabbed the bed frame to stand up, her body trembling. After a long silence, she finally stammered, "That... last night... we didn't... do anything, did we?"

Tong Zhenyu frowned, looking wronged as he said to Li who was acting nonchalant, "You slept with me last night."

"Cough, cough, cough." Zi Jun, who had just taken a sip of water, was immediately choked and began to cough violently.

"Look at you, even drinking water can make you choke like that, and you still have the guts to go drink alcohol."

Tong Zhenyu walked over and gently patted his back, helping him catch his breath.

Zixin cried without tears at him, and some relentlessly asked: "Last night, did you really..."

No matter how hard I try, I can't bring myself to say the word "sleep."

What does it mean when someone says "a man was slept with"?

Didn't you, last night after getting drunk? Did you really do *that* with him?

Seeing the suspicion in his eyes, Tong Zhenyu pointed to the scratches on his neck and mouth and said: "Look, these are what you left me last night."

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Zhang Zi'jun was immediately petrified in the wind!

I've never had alcohol before, so I didn't know my personality would be so bad when I was drunk. If I had known earlier, I would have died rather than go to a bar to drink. I would have bought two large bottles of soy sauce and drowned myself in it.

With a hand pressing against the throbbing pain in his head, he struggled to recall anything from last night.

Remember you were drinking non-alcoholic beverages at the ice bar. Later, someone approached you, seemingly wanting to drink alcohol and kept bothering you. When you refused, the person tried to drag you away. Then someone else rushed over and immediately dealt with the persistent individual.

And that person... thought it was Lin Chengfei, so they dazedly followed that person.

Oh no, I must have been drunk last night and mistaken him for Lin Chengfei. I didn't even realize... And now, I actually... you know... with him.

"Beep beep beep." A simple, cheerful ringtone broke the short silence and awkwardness in the room.

"I'll take a call," Tong Zhenyu said, then went to the counter, picked up his phone and walked aside to answer it.

He spat out a string of bird language (which was actually French), and Tzu-jun couldn't understand it, nor did she know what he had said.

Tong Zhenyu hung up the phone and immediately went to open the cabinet, took out a set of clothes, and went to the bathroom.

And Zi Jun stood there for a long time, holding an empty cup in her hand, unable to recover.

You're not just someone I think about every now and then. I miss you every single day.

The sudden ringing of her phone pulled Zhang Zijun back to reality. She rubbed her aching lower abdomen and grabbed her bag from the bedside table, unzipping it to pull out her singing phone.

As soon as she picked up the phone, Lin Pingping's voice boomed like a roaring lion: "Zhang Zijun, where have you been?"

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