Chapter 13 I Woke Up There
That fall really knocked me out.
When I woke again, I was lying on an extremely comfortable big bed.
Above me was a wide, bright room.
I jerked.
I'd blacked out from drinking. Where was I?
"You're awake."
A flat, unrippled voice came from the side.
My heart stopped for a beat. I snapped my head over.
Only then did I notice a sleek designer desk by the window.
Ji Yanli sat in the chair behind it.
He had changed out of last night's cashmere sweater. He was wearing a pressed black shirt.
The sleeves were rolled casually to his elbows, showing smooth-lined forearms.
I opened my mouth. My throat was too dry to make a sound.
My head was tangled like a ball of hemp.
How was I here?
Ji Yanli... he brought me home?
"You... you brought me home?"
Ji Yanli gave a careless "Mm."
"I couldn't exactly leave an unconscious, filthy drunk and walk away.
"If you died in some gutter, I'd get into trouble."
A rush of anger hit me. I couldn't help cursing inwardly.
Fuck. If it was trouble, then don't mind me.
But then I thought about the sorry state I'd been in last night. He'd picked me up. He hadn't left me on the street or let a patrol cop take me. It seemed... like a scrap of leftover kindness.
Forget it. I couldn't repay kindness with spite.
I pressed down that bit of displeasure, threw off the covers, and got ready to get out of bed.
The moment I moved, I suddenly realized something was wrong.