When he woke up the next morning, Xuan Zhige had already found himself lying in the main room of the Governor's Mansion, a light purple gauze tent pouring down from the top, obscuring half of the daylight.

And she sniffed around, and there was a strong smell of wine in the room.

"Wow, how much did I drink yesterday? It can't be that he was carried to bed, right? Whew—"

Xuan Zhige gasped, and when she thought of what happened last night, she felt empty, and hurriedly got out of bed to find her shoes.

But I heard a shocking voice from the bookcase on the side: "What, it seems that being carried to bed by me makes you feel very uncomfortable?" ”

"Nope! No...... Hehehe,......

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