When Viola woke up in the morning, she felt that her head was splitting because of the hangover. She gently massaged her head twice and felt much better.
After she uncovered the quilt, she suddenly realized that she was not wearing the same clothes she wore yesterday. She quickly looked up and looked around.
The snow-white wall, a bottle on the bedside table, with one or two thousand youth plants in it.
Upon hearing this, Viola was petrified, with her eyes frozen.
She didn't know this room at all!
When she came to this conclusion, she was stunned.
She tried to recall what happened last night but failed.
When she walked down to find her shoes, she saw a black skirt with folds on the ground. It was obviously a style that only men wore.
Upon hearing this, Viola was almost on the verge of collapse. "I Did you have drunkenness? "
Soon she shook her head and brutally killed the idea in her mind in the cradle.
"A beautiful, kind and reserved person like me, how can I do something bad?" Viola nodded her head firmly. "It must be a crime. Chol couldn't control himself."
Without hesitation, she shifted the responsibility to the man who had extended his hand to her.
The door of the bathroom opened, and he walked out in a bathrobe. When he saw that she was awake, he leaned against the wall and sighed, "Crazy woman, you finally wake up."
As soon as she saw him, the corners of her mouth twitched. She strode forward and grabbed his bathrobe. "What happened last night? Did you commit a crime to me? "
Enraged by her thoughts, he shook off her hands hard and said, "You wish!"