When she woke up, she didn't know what time it was. She was already in the apartment, lying in Anjue's arms.
"Awake?"
Ye Xiaoyu felt a slight headache.
A dull, aching pain.
Ye Xiaoyu rubbed her head and just remembered everything that happened.
"Is that room off-limits?"
Anjue's tone didn't change, high or low, as he smiled and said, "If it wasn't you who went in today, but someone else, they'd be dead already."
Ye Xiaoyu shivered subconsciously.
"I'm sorry, I..."
"It's okay," Anjue comforted her, "Remember, from now on, never enter the 8888 room in any high-end venue."
"Hmm..."
Anjue gently coaxed her, "Tell me, what happened today?"
Ye Xiaoyu also felt that today's events were inexplicable, so she briefly recounted what happened: "I just wanted to leave early, and they wouldn't allow it."
"And then they let you into the 8888 room?"
"Yes."
Anjue's face flashed a stern look. He handed over some ginger tea from the side, "Drink a little to clear your mind."
