When Jiang Han woke up, it was actually morning—a time that went against a witch's biological clock.
Looking at the sun outside the window, Jiang Han let out a soft, hazy "Huh," blinked, and flopped back down.
Her back collided with something soft.
"Ow!"
Jiang Han jolted fully awake. Sitting up and turning around, she saw Miss Chen Ligu in pajamas, clutching her nose and looking at her with tear-bright eyes.
At that moment, her fragmented memories surged back like a tidal wave.
Jiang Han came to her senses and glanced down at her clothes—thank goodness, they had not been changed. She was still wearing that half-bust dress, and her blue-gray pantyhose were still on as well. Only her boots had been removed and tossed beside the bed.
She then looked dazedly at Chen Ligu, pursed her lips, and said:
"Sis... sis?"
Chen Ligu rubbed her long hair and yawned. Half-smiling and half-asleep, she reached out to pinch Jiang Han's cheek, then kneaded it.
"Sis, you drank yourself into a wreck yesterday. They had me bring you home to sleep while they kept drinking through the latter half of the night."
Because of Chen Ligu's age, the witches trusted her especially well.
Jiang Han did not care whose bed she was in. Instead, she puffed out her cheeks first, widened her eyes in alarm, and raised her voice by an octave.
"...The latter half of the night? They were still drinking?"
"...Tch, look how scared you are, little sis." This time, Chen Ligu used both hands, tugging Jiang Han's cheeks left and right. At last, she burst out laughing and pressed her forehead against Jiang Han's.
In a sleepy voice, Chen Ligu said:
"Don't worry. The shop owner treats you really well. I'm starting to wonder whether you're her illegitimate