Her head throbbed painfully, her entire body felt weak, Xia Yanxin opened her eyes, and the ceiling with lavender patterns emerged slowly like a small island in the mist...
After a while, she rubbed her eyes and slowly propped herself up with her sore, weak arms.
The room was completely unfamiliar, white walls, a soft bed, and on the white headboard, there was a bunch of white lilies...
There was a slight pain in her temples, she pinched them with her fingertips, and tried to recall, yes, last night seemed to be Chu Sihao's birthday, and she had felt confused after one drink.
Um, where was this place?
She got out of bed, pulled the door handle, and the whole door wouldn't budge; it was obviously locked. She immediately felt a shiver down her spine—was she imprisoned by someone?
Damn it, it must be Long Yutian, that bastard. After arguing with her, he actually locked her up again while she was drunk. Using that trick again...
But no, this didn't look like Mandara Manor!
