The night deepened, and most people had returned to their room prepared to rest. The lights outside were extinguished, plunging the room into pitch darkness—a sight beyond sight.
Ziyan, groggy, heard some noises by the door and thought her head was swimming in dizziness; perhaps she had heard wrong.
The room fell silent for a few minutes. Just as she closed her eyes and prepared to fall asleep again, she suddenly heard movements by the door—it sounded like it was coming from inside the room.
Was it Tang Shaosheng?
Feeling weak all over, she slowly propped herself up and reached to turn on the light to check.
Before her hand could touch the switch, her body was abruptly pushed back down onto the bed, her head hitting the headboard, making her feel even dizzier.
That ungentle force likely could only belong to Tang Shaosheng.
He smelled faintly of alcohol, his breath close to her face, so near yet unable to see each other's faces.
