It made no sense. It really made no sense.
Barely had dawn broken when Beigong Ling's body clock urged her awake. She got up groggily, still unaware of what had happened.
This looks like a hotel room, and it looks so familiar. Like the one Jonas brought me to last time. But why am I here? My head feels a little dizzy. I can't seem to remember.
Jonas... Jonas...
Beigong Ling sat on the bed, leaning against a soft pillow. Her pretty brows furrowed unconsciously, and she looked lovely even in her daze.
How did things end up like this?
She had been talking with Jonas about the Federation and District 25. Their conversation had been going perfectly well, but then he had invited her to a bar, saying they should unwind. It did seem to have helped. Under the influence of alcohol, she had poured out her stress and frustrations bit by bit, and in the end, she had even asked for another drink...
Among the last few scenes she remembered was throwing herself onto Jonas and panting into his ear, begging him.
Please don't make me remember everything in such detail! Aaaaaah!!!
Wasn't drinking supposed to make people black out?
Why did I only forget the unimportant memories, while remembering everything else perfectly clearly?!
She clearly remembered pouncing on him, breathing against him, kissing him, and hugging him. She could even remember fragments of what came afterward with perfect clarity. Yesterday's sensations still seemed to linger on her skin and deep in her nerves.
Why couldn't I have forgotten that part?!
Although she was usually steady and dependable, a decisive leader with sound judgment, and the head of the Star of Dawn, she was still only a twenty-year-old girl. How was she supposed to handle this?!
Most importantly,