On the spacious, luxurious bed, Li Yuan was still fast asleep, with Bai Weixi cradled in his arms.
Zhong Tingyue's gaze grew complicated as she glanced at the bedroom again. She quietly turned and walked into the bathroom.
When she saw her own clothes and Bai Weixi's carelessly draped over the rack, and the luxury bathtub still filled with a pool of sparsely foamy water, it was obvious what had happened here last night.
Zhong Tingyue's pretty face turned red. She scoffed quietly, then began to wash up.
After she finished, she looked in the mirror at her own alluring face—one that would make all men fall in love and all women envious. Her cheeks blushed slightly, and her gaze grew bewildered.
Her emotions were in turmoil, and she had no idea how she was going to face Li Yuan and Bai Weixi when they woke up.
Should I pretend I was drunk last night and don't remember a thing? Or should I confront them and ask exactly what happened?
