The next day.
Ji Ting woke with a parched throat and an uncomfortable heat, opening his bleary eyes to sunlight streaming through a gap in the curtains.
He propped himself up on his arms, and a wave of grogginess washed over him.
Ji Ting closed his eyes and took a moment to recover, recalling what had happened the night before.
He remembered getting drunk and clearly telling Ji Yanzhi as much. After that, he had washed up and changed his clothes. He seemed to have talked to Ji Yanzhi for a while after getting into bed, but he could not quite remember what they had said.
Ji Ting had not expected his alcohol tolerance to be so poor. Just a tiny sip of champagne had gotten him drunk. It looked like he would have to avoid alcohol altogether from now on.
When Ji Yanzhi returned from making a phone call, he found Ji Ting leaning against the headboard with a frown, looking uncomfortable.
"You're awake?"
Ji Ting opened his eyes, then shifted his gaze slightly away. "Mm."
Seeing this, Ji Yanzhi went out and brought him a glass of water.
"Thank you."
Only after draining half the glass in one gulp did the dryness in his throat ease. Ji Ting set the glass down and fell silent for a while. "I was drunk yesterday. I didn't cause you any trouble, did I?"
Ji Yanzhi gave a cold laugh, a hint of amusement entering his eyes. "What do you think?"
"I just thought back over it briefly. I don't think I did, but thank you for taking care of me anyway."
"Heh." Ji Yanzhi gave another cold laugh and turned to leave. "Go wash up first."
Ji Ting still remembered that he had not showered the night before, so he picked