The mouth was dry and the brain felt like it was about to solidify like concrete, an unbearable discomfort.
Ren Ziling opened her eyes slightly, a mist like smoke spread in the living room... Was the humidifier turned on?
She couldn't quite remember, and squeezed her forehead hard; alcohol was taking its toll.
But never mind... it needed to be on anyway, after all, the heating was on in the house. Without humidification, waking up tomorrow would be even more uncomfortable, right?
She propped herself up slightly, the thin blanket on her body sliding off... Ren Ziling looked at the pillow she was resting on, confused... Wasn't it placed in the corner of the sofa?
But her body really didn't want to move. Fortunately, the water cup in front of the table was half full... Hmm, did she pour water?
Gulp, gulp.
