When I opened my eyes, my head was still buzzing. The aftereffect of that bottle of Maotai last night was no joke. Wait, why was this bed so hard? I reached out and felt a bumpy wooden board bed; it was no longer my Italian-imported latex mattress.
"What the hell!" I sat up abruptly, finding myself lying in an antique-style room with calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls. Outside the window, I could hear the shouts of street vendors.
"Young Master is awake?" A young maid with double buns pushed the door open, holding a bronze basin. "Miss Liu has been waiting in the hall for a long time."
Chapter 94