The next morning.
Warm sunlight quietly slipped in through the window.
Dong Xuebin opened his eyes beneath the covers and yawned groggily. Looking around, he blinked. Where am I? This layout looks like a villa? Oh, right—he had come to Old Master Xie's home with Sister Xie yesterday. This was Xishan Villa. He had spent the night here? A splitting headache suddenly hit him, and Dong Xuebin sucked in a breath, rubbing his brow in misery. Why did his head hurt so much? Had he drunk too much yesterday? Right, he seemed to have had quite a lot during dinner. But how had he gotten into bed? Why couldn't he remember?
Knock, knock, knock. Someone knocked on the door.
"Xiao Bin, get up already." It was Xie Huilan's voice.
Dong Xuebin sat bolt upright in bed. "Sister Xie, um, come in for a second."
The door opened, and Xie Huilan walked in with a smile. "What is it? Do you need me to help you get dressed too?"
Dong Xuebin had already noticed that he was wearing only his thermal shirt and long johns, while his coat and pants had been folded neatly on a chair beside him. He knew he definitely hadn't taken them off himself; he didn't have the habit of folding his clothes after undressing. "So, um, did I get drunk yesterday? How did I end up sleeping here?"
Xie Huilan said irritably, "You know you got drunk? How impressive."
Dong Xuebin's face heated up. "Then my clothes... did you take them off for me?"
"Who else would it have been?" Xie Huilan looked at him. "You gave me quite a hard time yesterday. Taking a few clothes off you nearly threw out my back."
Dong Xuebin said sheepishly, "Ahem, ahem. Sorry for the trouble."
"Get up.