Hmm…headache. Hangover is indeed the enemy.
Jiang Liu rubbed his swollen temples and sat up from the bed. The light blue calico quilt slipped off his body, revealing his naked body. The temperature in the early morning was a bit low, and he shivered from the cold, subconsciously wrapping his arms around himself.
Wait... My brain, stimulated by the cold air, suddenly felt a little more awake.
Looking around, there is nothing wrong with this being my own room.
It seems... Only my sister lives with me at home, right?
It seems like my sister stayed at her good friend's house yesterday?
Then, this arm on the waist, this arm that is obviously a man's, belongs to! Who!?