[2] The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 297

Her body felt heavy, and everywhere was aching terribly. Although she couldn't summon up any strength, her body felt strangely clean and comfortable. The sweat-soaked sensation she had last night as she was being tossed from side to side on the bed had disappeared.

It was likely that her body had been washed. Even her hair was clean and comfortable; it carried the scent of shampoo.

She opened her eyes to discover that she was still in the hotel room. At the same time, she keenly felt the ache in her lower body. Without any need to recall, Jennie knew that everything that happened last night wasn't a dream.

She kept her eyes open, staring at the ceiling and chandelier. Her mind was still muddled, and she couldn't understand how things had turned out this way.

When she turned to look through the windows, the sky had darkened. Without a doubt, she had missed her flight back to Seoul.

Currently, her mind was still slightly dazed. She reached up to feel her own forehead but came into contact with a fever patch. She plucked it off for a glance, before shutting her eyes once more. In the midst of the dizzy sensation, she scolded Lisa several hundred times in her heart.

Even though he had known that she was having a fever, he still kept going for the whole night. Thankfully, her physique had improved in the past few years due to her habit of exercising. Otherwise, she could have lost her life last night from the debauchery.

Even a fever patched was used. She considered her current weak state and easily guessed that her fever wasn't high. She was still hungover from last night.

It was no wonder that her dizziness was so uncomfortable right now.

Jennie laid on the bed, struggling against the dizziness. However, after a long moment, she still could not sit up. The slightest movement of her head made her feel as though the world was about to collapse.

The hangover was truly difficult to bear. She turned her head over to see the sobering medicine stuffed in the corner of the couch. Lisa must have known that her hangover would be uncomfortable when he bought her that. Who would have known that she would fail to drink it, and things would even escalate...

She pasted the fever patch back on her forehead and placed her hand down. When she turned her head to the side, she was startled to see the man's handsome complexion and his tall figure.

Lisa was actually still in her room. Although he was dressed, the fresh scratch marks on his neck were provoking to her eyes. Those were the marks she had left on him last night when her cries were turning hoarse!

Jennie immediately sat up. However, this movement was too abrupt, and before she could glare at the man, she suddenly fell backward again. Although her head landed on the pillow, the dizzy sensation was painful, and she couldn't resist a groan. She reached up to hold her head and whimpered twice in succession.

The man held a glass cup in his hands. Seeing that she had fallen back onto the pillow, he immediately approach. His low and heavy voice could be heard from above her: "Lay there and don't move. If you're awake, take the fever-reducing medicine."

Jennie glanced at the water and medicine he placed on the bedside table. Before she could reply, the man had already reached out to support her up. He placed the soft pillow behind her so that she could lean on it comfortably while she took her medication.

Jennie did not have much strength. She watched the man's natural actions; from the way he acted, it was as though nothing much had happened last night. Her eyes almost reddened from anger again.

Memories from last night flooded her mind. Her heart was filled with anger and without any hesitation, she immediately sat up. She wanted to push the man who had approached to feed her water.