A night of madness.
The next day, when sunlight fell into the room, and the sky was bright, Han Siqu was still squinting his eyes, savoring last night's too-real dream.
He didn't want to open his eyes because that dream was so real, so real that he felt as if he was bathed in a lavish hot spring, too comfortable, too wonderful.
He must have drunk too much last night.
Yes, he must have drunk too much, unable to distinguish between dream and reality.
Dream... reality...
Han Siqu suddenly sat up with a pale face.
Last night's dream, so real, so real that it was unbelievable; could it be, could it be that he entered the wrong room and had something with someone he shouldn't have been with?
Han Siqu was somewhat panic-stricken, reminiscent of the past when he was drunk by Su Yaogeng, and someone was placed in his bed, waking up to find a stranger woman by his side was too... unforgettable.
So... could it be that he drank too much again and then, then messed up?
