Zhang Song fell into a deep sleep. He really did not know anything. He really wanted to get drunk once. He laid on top of Tan Wenhao like a dead pig. The room fell silent for a while. After a while, someone carried them out. He wondered how the owner of the hotel would let the guests sleep at the dining table.
In Zhang Song's haze, he seemed to have had a dream. In his dream, Mu Xinyi helped him take off his clothes and then helped him lie on a large bed. She helped him wipe his body with a wet towel. He did not remember whether it was because of him. He seemed to have pulled the woman into his arms. He was very bossy, but he pityly walked into her warm body.
The morning sunlight was gentle and glaring as it entered the room. Zhang Song opened his eyes with a headache, and then he franti
