The ceiling above her was not her bedroom ceiling.
The mattress did not feel like her bed.
And the angry man leaning above her was definitely not Professor Lee Jong Suk.
Yeon Joo stared at him while her mind slowly started working.
"Lee... Yeong?"
The King looked even more annoyed when she finally recognised him, as though she had already committed enough crimes simply by taking several seconds too long.
Yeon Joo immediately sat up and looked around the chamber, pulling the blanket with her as she stared at the wooden screens, silk curtains and familiar furniture she had left behind ten days earlier.
"No."
Lee Yeong watched her.
"No, no, no, no... I was sleeping at home."
"You were apparently sleeping very comfortably."
She ignored him while checking her own body, touching the necklace and then looking toward the windows as though Seoul might somehow be waiting outside.
