A ray of sunlight crossed the window ledge and fell on her eyelashes. Molina let out a hoarse groan and dragged her groggy mind out of sleep.
Her head felt as though a bomb had been stuffed inside it. The pain was so bad that tears nearly spilled from her eyes.
She picked up the glass from the bedside table and took a sip. When the pain eased slightly, Molina ran a hand through her loose, disheveled hair, then propped up her heavy forehead and sat on the edge of the bed, carefully recalling what had happened yesterday.
She could no longer remember the specific details clearly.
She only remembered throwing those irritating notes to Lu Zhou, standing up from the desk, and then... right, she had drunk a little before that.
Her memories began to connect.
But the memories after she had blacked out were like a lump of paste, blurry and impossible to make out.
Still, although she could not remember what had happened after she got drunk, Molina was not particularly worried that someone had taken advantage of her.
After all, they had been friends for seven years. She knew Lu Zhou's character well. Maybe other people could be ruled by their lower halves, but it was absolutely impossible for him.
And that was why she had felt so at ease drinking with him—
Molina suddenly froze.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she subconsciously reached up and touched her collar.
"..."
Where were her clothes???
The urgent doorbell interrupted his thoughts. Lu Zhou rubbed his brow, closed the notes he had not finished reading, slipped them into his coat pocket, and got up to answer the door.
When he saw Molina standing outside, he paused slightly, then smiled.
"Yo, you're awake so—"
"What did you