Ding Feng woke up the next morning with a sharp, pounding headache that made him wince almost immediately.
"…F*ck."
He pressed a hand against his forehead as he slowly sat up. The room spun slightly. His throat was dry, his body heavy, and his thoughts still disjointed from the alcohol.
For a few minutes, he just sat there in silence, trying to piece together what had happened.
Then suddenly, everything came back at once.
He recalled how he had kissed Shen Jia.
"…Oh no." Ding Feng dragged both hands down his face and stayed like that for a moment, frozen. A wave of secondhand embarrassment hit him so strongly that he almost pulled at his own hair. "What the hell did I do…"
His heart began to beat faster, uncomfortably so, as the realization settled in more clearly. And to his absolute frustration, his face started to turn red.
Why was he reacting like this?
