Ye Yang glanced at the time, telling her, "Ten past ten."
"What time???" She widened her eyes, barely believing what she had heard.
But looking at the bright light in the room, it certainly didn't seem like it was too early.
Ye Yang paused. Realizing she probably needed to rush, he repeated, "Ten past ten, oh, eleven past."
Song Jiaqi was dumbfounded. Hearing this, she suddenly stood up. The blanket slid off her body, her eyes unfocused, blankly staring into space.
"Ahem!" Ye Yang cleared his throat, turning his head away, "Your clothes."
Only then did Song Jiaqi hear what he'd said. She glanced down, and with a shock picked up the blanket, covering herself. Her eyes darted around the room while she tried to piece everything together.
"You arrived only wearing a dressing gown from the hotel. Your clothes must be in your own room."
"Clothes..."
