Two hours later, Wu Xingqing woke up. The first thing she saw was Luo Fei sitting beside her. As her memories slowly returned, a wave of shame washed over her, and she pulled the blanket over her head to hide her face.

She couldn’t believe what she had done in her moment of impulsiveness—asking Luo Fei for help in such a desperate way and even kissing him several times. While she could blame the drug, she knew part of her actions came from a sliver of rationality. If it had been Tang Yu instead…

“Wu Xingqing, are you feeling okay?” …