22 Last Night You Lusted for More, But I'm Not a Filthy Casual 

Early morning, the next day.

Song Zhizhi woke up with a severe headache.

What the hell happened? She felt as if her brain no longer belonged to her.

She got up from the bed and looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings.

Holy moly! Where the hell is this?

She had no recollection of how she got here at all.

She only vaguely remembered being with Ji Baijian at a harbor last night, watching Yi Wenhan and Nie Xiaofei on a screen. She remembered asking Ji Baijian to take her to a safe resting place. So this was the place...

She looked around again, then looked down at her clothes.

Crap.

Where are her clothes? Where are her clothes? WHERE ARE HER CLOTHES?!

The door of the room was violently pushed open. Song Zhizhi instinctively wrapped her bathrobe around her tighter. When she saw who it was, the corners of her mouth curled up. "Oh, it's you."

Ji Baijian stared at her expressionlessly, "If you're awake, come out!"