When he saw the simple furniture in front of him, he smiled and gently placed me on the bed. When he saw the alcohol stains on my body and the vomit, he frowned. He quickly called the secretary downstairs to change my clothes and left my house. Before he left, he ordered the secretary to prepare breakfast for me.
He felt that this might make me suspicious. He left a note stating the situation yesterday and that it was a girl. He obviously didn't want me to misunderstand.
The next morning, the sun shone on my face and disturbed my good dream. I opened my eyes unhappily. I was surprised to see that I had actually returned home and slept on the bed. Did I go home drunk? But I clearly remembered that a familiar person had sent me home.
The pain on my head reminded me of yesterday's loss of
