The morning sun shone through, and the torn curtains spread in. Chen Ping opened his eyes in a daze. At this moment, he could still feel the discomfort after the hangover last night. The pain in his temple was faintly ached, forcing him to temporarily close his eyes and try to adapt to the pain. After a little relieved, he reluctantly supported his heavy body with his weak arms and sat up from the bed. At this moment, he was in a strange room. A strange woman was lying beside him. Chen Ping tried hard to recall what happened last night. But now, except for the pain and residual alcohol in his mind, there was not much to think about. He didn't even know how he rolled onto the bed with the woman around him.