Sleeping on the Wrong Bed

Headaches are never pleasant!

Zhang Yang finally woke up, but his whole body was stiff like a plank of wood. It was as if he had fought hundreds of people and took such a beating that he could not even feel his body. His head felt like it had been split open from the inside, like firecrackers continuously exploding in his head. He opened his eyes a little but quickly snapped them shut due to the dazzling sunlight.

Damn, how much did I drunk?

Zhang Yang could only lie there unmovingly, at the whims of his catatonic body.

Damn it, how did I end up drinking so much, yesterday? This is self-torture, I have to stop doing this!