C514 I'm Getting Jealous.

The morning sun was shining.

Ann Nian opened her tired eyes, her head aching like it was about to explode. She subconsciously held her forehead and gently shook it, but the more she shook, the more dizzy she became.

Looks like I really can't drink too much of this wine.

She tried her best to get up from the bed, lifted the quilt, and got off the bed with her soft legs