When Baili Xia woke up again, it was late in the morning.
Sunlight streamed into the room through the sheer, gossamer curtains, casting its glow on the bedhead.
The spring sunlight was warm and comforting.
Baili Xia's head hurt, the alcohol from last night still gnawing at her brain.
But the burning pain beneath her made her suddenly sit up in bed.
"Hiss…" Her movements were too fast, and something between her legs tore, causing sharp pain.
She looked down to see herself dressed in a sleek, silky nightgown.
She didn't know who had changed her clothes for her last night.
But the pain she felt below clearly indicated that it wasn't just a change of clothes that had happened.
She lifted her gown and saw obvious marks on her soft, pale skin.
Baili Xia was terrified, wondering what had happened last night.
At the party, people had kept offering her drinks, but she didn't know how much she eventually drank.
Later, who had brought her home?
