Shi Che was woken by bouts of headaches. He opened his eyes and subconsciously scanned his surroundings. Before he could make out where he was, the dull pain in his head made him involuntarily close his eyes again, his brows furrowing deeply.
Footsteps suddenly sounded, getting closer and closer, stopping in front of him. Then, a lazy, deep voice spoke, tinged with a hint of teasing, "Young Master Shi, do you still remember where you are?"
Hearing this voice, Shi Che's consciousness slowly returned. He kept his eyes closed for quite a while and when he opened them again, the confusion had disappeared from his eyes, leaving only his usual profoundness.
Shen Qian observed the change in Shi Che's expression. In just a few seconds, he had regained his calm composure and inscrutable air, making Shen Qian purse his lips. "How boring. I wanted to see more of our Young Master Shi drowning his sorrows over love!"
