Although a millennia-old wine is great, its lingering effects are really not small.
Li Qing drank several bowls and later had no recollection of it; when he opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning.
Moreover, the sun was high in the sky, its rays shining into the treehouse.
Jing Yan and Zi Ling were lying on either side of him, completely naked, without a stitch of clothing.
Li Qing rubbed his head; he didn't remember doing that sort of thing last night.
The wine was good, Li Qing didn't feel even a bit of a headache, but it seemed he had lost his memory.
He had unwittingly blacked out from drinking last night.
With a wry smile, Li Qing turned over and sat up, waking his brain with the view of the sunlit horse pasture.
Jing Yan used a thin blanket to cover her snow-white front as she sat up and asked, "Is my lord feeling alright?"