In the midst of a daze, Zhou Wang opened his heavy eyelids.
He first glanced at the clock on the wall... Huh?
Why is it only three in the night?
That shouldn't be right!
After all, Zhou Wang remembers it was already two in the morning when they finished drinking, not to mention the messy events afterward...
Zhou Wang was momentarily confused, but as his brain regained a bit of clarity, he suddenly realized something.
It was probably three in the afternoon now.
The reason it looked like night was because the thick curtains in the master bedroom were drawn so tightly that not a shred of light could penetrate.
Thinking of this, Zhou Wang tried to move, wanting to get up.
But as soon as he tried to move, he realized he couldn't because every part of his feeling was surrounded...
