If it were an ordinary person, they might not sober up until tomorrow morning.
...
Zhou Wang stepped out of the attic, fully dressed, into the tranquil surroundings, but he considered and tentatively called out:
"Gao Xing?"
No response.
Instantly, Zhou Wang understood... It seemed that Qu Peining was on duty at the close quarters today.
"Peining?"
He continued.
This time, after a brief silence, a figure emerged from around the corner.
Due to the formal occasion tonight, her attire was also somewhat formal: a pure black women's suit paired with a white shirt, straight-cut trousers softly tracing her impossibly long legs.
Her ebony hair was tied into a ponytail, clean and sharp, her face like jade with thin lips, eyes as bright as autumn waters and cold stars; it was indeed Qu Peining.
"What's the matter?"
Qu Peining showed no expression, not even looking in Zhou Wang's direction, only asking faintly.
"Ahem…"
Zhou Wang felt slightly awkward.
