It was not quite light yet when Wei Zijin stirred and found herself nestled in a warm embrace. Wang Xiaoliang's breathing was right beside her ear, so steady that it filled her with a sense of security. She snuggled more comfortably into his arms.
They always cuddled like this before falling asleep, but by the time they woke up, they had usually rolled onto their own sides. Today, though, his arm was still around her when she opened her eyes.
Her head hurt terribly, as if someone had struck it hard. Her throat was parched, and her thirst burned like fire.
She raised her eyes slightly. A glass stood on the bedside table, filled with a pale amber liquid. The sight instantly made her even thirstier.
She carefully slipped out of Wang Xiaoliang's arms, moving gently for fear of waking him. She picked up the glass and gulped down a large mouthful without stopping to smell it.
Sweet.
The taste of honey water spread across her tongue, soothing her dry throat. Wang Xiaoliang must have prepared it especially for her.
Only then did she remember that she had drunk too much yesterday. She could barely remember anything after Wang Xiaoliang picked her up outside the restaurant. Only a few hazy fragments remained in her mind. How she had gotten home, gone upstairs, and ended up in bed-she had forgotten all of it. Was this the blackout people talked about?
She abruptly sat up. Wait, I think I threw up.
Her surprise instantly dispelled the last of her drowsiness. She hurried out of bed and rushed barefoot into the bathroom.
A faint fragrance lingered in the bathroom: lemon air freshener. The floor gleamed, and the toilet lid was firmly closed. There was no mess, not a single stain. The tidy scene