The next morning, the sun rose in the east. When its first rays reached the bed through the window, Hina slowly opened her eyes after a night of deep sleep.
Her long pink hair lay loosely over her shoulders. A faint flush from the wine still colored her delicate face, lending her usual cool beauty a softer charm.
Hina pulled back the blanket and discovered that she was in an unfamiliar room, in an unfamiliar bed—and wearing nothing at all.
"What on earth happened?"
She instinctively clutched the blanket and wrapped herself up tight again. The moment she tried to think, her head throbbed. It was the familiar misery of a hangover.
Hina rubbed her cheeks, trying to clear her head. Gradually, she remembered what had happened the night before.
"Damn it. I shouldn't have drunk so much. Where's Ye Chen? Did he bring me here? He didn't..."
The more Hina thought about it, the more frightened she became. But although someone had taken off her clothes, she felt none of the pain or discomfort she would have expected.
"Even if he didn't do anything else, I won't forgive him. That bastard dared to strip off my clothes."
A moment later, Hina clenched her fist as if making a vow. A cold glint entered her eyes.
"Who's so angry this early? Time to get up and eat."
Ye Chen's cheerful voice came from outside. Then the door opened.
He wore a white undershirt and casual trousers. He was drenched in sweat, his shirt clinging to his body.
He had risen early and gone straight to Scrap Island for a hard training session. Time was too precious to him now; he couldn't waste a second.
Of course, talking about life with a woman was meaningful too. Ye Chen certainly didn't consider