Mu Zehao felt a headache coming on. He opened his eyes and in his arms laid a beauty who was sleeping soundly, with red lips, white teeth, and a sweet smell. Only then did he remember that he treated Fang Ting like she was Qiao Xiaoxiao when he was drunk last night.
He couldn't move at all. He didn't want to alarm Fang Ting, so he couldn't escape by himself either