Tong Ran was taken aback for a moment; she moved her leg, and with this movement, it seemed as if every nerve in her body tensed up.
Her entire body was in pain, which suggested she really had drunk too much the day before.
Last night...
Her expression darkened.
Tong Ran hurriedly pulled over the blanket to cover her chest, but Nannan clung to it, refusing to let go. She imitated Mo Nanjue and tossed it aside, "Stop it."
"Meow!" Nannan protested. Why are you throwing me away!
Tong Ran had no time for it; she looked around and could tell at a glance that this was the master bedroom of Imperial Dragon Mansion—she could not be more familiar with it.
Was it Mo Nanjue who had brought her here?
She furrowed her brows; there was no one else in the room. After sitting up, she saw the clothes she had worn the previous night thrown beside the bed. When she picked them up, the smell of alcohol hit her.
