Jia felt uncomfortable; still keeps his eyes shut due to the throbbing pain in his head.
He tilted a bit towards his right side when he was frozen by a sudden realization.
There was something—no someone’s leg was resting on him. He was left horrified and then the flashback from that sickening night torments the poor man.
Instant marble of sweat rolls down his forehead. He was feeling hot from the embarrassing situation he was lured into. The leg that was freely resting on him moved, seems like whoever the person he beds with didn’t notice him waking up.
Trying not to create any sound he carefully removes the blanket that was wrapped around him and yet, for his demise the person behind him shifted his moves and hug Jia unconsciously, making the poor lad go back to where he was laying.
