The next day, Su Qing woke up with a splitting headache, propped herself up to get out of bed, and the ink-blue quilt slid off her body, uncovering her fair shoulders and delicate collarbones. She yawned lazily, then suddenly felt that something was amiss.
The quality of the sheets beneath her hands was too good, soft and smooth. Accustomed to various top-end fabrics, the words "can't afford" automatically popped up in her mind.
No, that's not right—
Soft and smooth? Boom! Su Qing completely exploded and leapt out of bed, stepping barefoot onto the carpet, she rushed out in a flurry.
"Zhou Hengguang."
Su Qing had never been so angry, even more than when she found out that Lin Weiguo had been impersonated by Zhou Hengguang.