Transmigrating Into a Book, the Villain Becomes the White Moonlight!

In the entire spacious private room, only a rambling, tearful girl and a stiff-bodied, frowning Su Bai, feeling helpless for the first time, remained.

...

Early morning.

Consciousness was like sinking to the bottom of murky water, slowly surfacing.

The first senses to return were a burning thirst in her throat and lips that felt stuck together.

Mu Xue frowned, her heavy eyelids extremely difficult to lift.

Her blurry vision gradually cleared: an unfamiliar ceiling... no, not entirely unfamiliar.

The simple yet expensive lines of the chandelier, the faint lingering scent of a specific fragrance in the air.

She suddenly sat up from the soft bed, her heart pounding in her chest, bringing a slight dizziness.

She looked around.

The room was spacious, decorated with understated luxury, every detail exuding an expensive yet unpretentious quality.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows were completely covered by thick blackout curtains, allowing only a few fringes of golden light to seep through.

This environment... felt very familiar.

She had been here, more than once.

This was a suite in the top-tier hotel owned by Su Bai’s family, and it was also where she had stayed for over two years.

Fragments of memory began to piece together uncontrollably, accompanied by the dull ache and blurriness of a hangover: Last night... dinner with her best friend and her roommates... met Su Bai... he was back... drinking... a lot of alcohol...

The chain of memory abruptly broke and blurred at a certain point.

She only remembered the last clear frame: Su Bai tilting his head, saying something to his roommate called The Fatty, a slight smile on his lips, the light falling on the side of his face... then, a void of ambiguous darkness.

She instinctively threw back the covers.

She was naked, like a rabbit that had been stripped of its fur, not wearing a stitch.

Her skin made contact with the cool air, causing a tiny shiver.

At the same time, the clear sound of running water came from the direction of the bathroom, trickling, and then abruptly stopped.

Did we sleep together?

Or not?

This thought pierced her muddled brain.

She almost held her breath, carefully and very slightly moved her legs, feeling her body’s feedback.

Sore?

No.

Unusual pain or discomfort?

Apparently... none either.

Aside from the headache and dry throat from the hangover, the rest of her body felt almost normal.

No way?

Mu Xue’s mind was in a mess.

She and he hadn’t had any physical contact for over two years, so long that she had almost forgotten what it truly felt like the morning after a real intimate encounter.