And just as she wished, after vomiting until the world spun, she fainted.
But as she fainted, she fell into the embrace of a dry, warm man, scented with bamboo leaves...
Her head was aching, it was splitting!
Half awake, Yu Jin pressed on her throbbing temple, feeling light-headed as if a truck had run over her a hundred times.
"Mom... I need water..." As soon as she opened her mouth, her throat felt as if it had razor blades, dry and painful, so much so that sleep eluded her, forcing her to open her eyes.
Above was a simple yet remarkably luxurious light fixture; she suspiciously turned her head and saw the sleek bedstand, startling her into sitting up wide-eyed.
This was not her bedroom; it looked like... a president suite in a luxury hotel.
Before Yu Jin could calm from her initial shock, a chill on her shoulder brought another wave of fear crashing down.
