Tuesday morning.
His head still ached a little. Dong Xuebin groggily turned over, hugged the blanket, and yawned. A mature feminine fragrance immediately drifted into his nose. Suspicious, he opened his eyes and looked around. He was lying on a double bed, holding a thin floral quilt, with a gaudy pillowcase of the sort women used beneath his head. Then he spotted a photo of Xu Yan in her breathtaking prime, taken when she was in her thirties, on the Bedside Table. He instantly became more awake.
Huh?
How had he ended up sleeping here?
Getting out of bed, Dong Xuebin realized his shirt was gone, though he still had his pants on. He quickly slipped into his slippers and headed into the living room.
"You're up?" Xu Yan was putting on makeup in the bathroom. "How did you sleep?"
Dong Xuebin gave an awkward cough. "Big Sister Xu, how did I end up sleeping here?"
Xu Yan smiled as she applied foundation and walked out. "You got drunk at dinner last night, kid. You passed out on the table after just two drinks. Don't you remember?"
Dong Xuebin said sheepishly, "I remember a little. Then where did you sleep?"
Xu Yan gestured with her chin toward the sofa, where a pink quilt was curled up on it.
"Oh, come on." Dong Xuebin was thoroughly embarrassed. "Look at me... How could I let you sleep on the sofa? You should've just thrown me onto it. What a mess!" Her Small Bedroom was practically empty—the room where they had practiced One-Move Kill yesterday. Aside from an open space, a bookcase, and a wardrobe, there was no bed. The only places to sleep were the Master Bedroom and the sofa. He had never expected Xu Yan to give up the bed for