Ji Jue opened his eyes.
Only then did he realize... he was suffocating!
In the reflection of the bedside mirror, his face had already turned bluish-purple. It was as though he had been constricted by a giant python; he could not breathe at all and had no idea how long he had been deprived of oxygen.
Then he felt the arm wrapped around his neck. It had merely tightened unconsciously in sleep, yet it was like a guillotine.
Not just his neck—his waist was caught too. The rear naked choke from behind had been fully locked in...
Fighting for his life, he finally managed to loosen that arm a little.
Ji Jue gasped violently and turned around in terror, only to see Wen Wen's sleeping face, still serene and peaceful, sleeping so sweetly.
In stark contrast were her wildly tangled sleeping posture, the pillow she had kicked onto the floor, and the thread of drool at the corner of her mouth. Whenever she shifted even slightly, Ji Jue felt as though his neck was about to snap.
—This woman's sleeping habits were terrifyingly awful!
With his head splitting apart, Ji Jue had almost forgotten what had happened. Instinctively, he checked himself. Both of them were still fully clothed.
After drinking yesterday, they had collapsed straight into bed. Luckily, neither of them had gone on a drunken rampage.
In contrast, the bedroom looked as though a tornado had swept through a parking lot. Beyond the open door, the table was littered with cups and plates, things were scattered all over the floor, and the alcohol stench in the air was strong enough to sting the nose.
Even now, Ji Jue's vision still swam in waves.
"Fuck, how much did we drink?"
"Two cases of beer and one case of baijiu," Isis