“Ah!”

With a startled cry, Emily Harris finally realized that this was not her own bedroom, and she was not sleeping in her own bed. The simple and clear decor, the masculine touches in the furnishings, and especially that pair of men’s slippers—which looked enormous to her—made her almost certain this was a man’s bedroom. Coupled with her own half-naked body, her first reaction was to wonder if she had been taken advantage of by that playboy.

“Ah…”

Another string of screams followed. Who would have thought that such a gentle, soft-spoken girl could scream so loudly? Luckily, the soundproofing in this apartment was pretty good; otherwise, if the neighbors had heard such shrill, desperate cries, they would surely have thought something terrible had happened and called the police by now.

After realizing that, despite her piercing screams, there was no movement at all in the apartment—no response whatsoever—Emily Harris, who had been away from home for years and had faced all sorts of situations, quickly calmed down. She began to think through the whole sequence of events.

That’s right. Yesterday, she had received news that her father’s illness had worsened, and her family had asked her to send money home for his treatment. But all her savings had already been sent back, and she had nothing left. Troubled, she went to a bar alone to drown her sorrows, where she ran into that playboy Li Jun. Fortunately, a guy named Ben Carter helped her get rid of him. They continued chatting, and then, it seemed, she got drunk. After that, she remembered nothing. Now it seemed clear that it was that guy who brought her back.

Thinking this far, Emily Harris finally pieced things together. This must be Ben Carter’s place. She was surprised at how tidy the apartment was—it hardly looked like a guy’s bedroom, it was so clean. She didn’t know that Ben Carter simply didn’t own much.

With that thought, she finally had time to consider her own situation. Since Ben Carter had brought her back, and she was left with only her underwear, it was likely he had undressed her. Carefully checking herself, she didn’t feel anything unusual; it seemed she was unharmed, which was a great relief.

At this, her face flushed. Though she wasn’t that young anymore and had dated a couple of boyfriends, she was still a true virgin—her body as pure as jade, never touched by a man, not even those boyfriends. She hadn’t expected that today, this new friend would be the first to get an eyeful.

A certain unlucky senior once said: If a woman passes out drunk in front of you and you do something, she’ll slap you and fall in love with you. If you do nothing, she’ll… love you even more.

“Ben Carter, Ben Carter…”

She called out a few times, hoping he would bring her some clothes. How could she face anyone like this? But there was still no response from inside the apartment. It seemed there really was no one home—if there had been, he would have shown up when she screamed earlier. Now she was truly safe.

Feeling rare relief, she got up and saw that she was already late for work. She decided to skip today, called the company to ask for leave, and then jumped a few times on Ben Carter’s bed. Maybe she had let it all out yesterday, because today she was in an unusually good mood.

Emily Harris rolled around on the bed a few more times before finally getting up, and began to carefully examine her surroundings. Soon, she found a note from Ben Carter on the desk, explaining everything that had happened. It seemed she really had lost control last night. Luckily, Ben Carter was a decent guy—at least he had helped her, and hadn’t taken advantage of her.

Not seeing her own clothes, she found a white shirt in Ben Carter’s closet and put it on. Since no one was home, there was no need to look for pants; the shirt was big enough to cover most of her anyway. Emily Harris walked barefoot around the apartment—the floor was spotless, not at all like a typical guy’s place.

Just as Emily Harris was wandering around, the phone suddenly rang. Thinking it was Ben Carter calling, she hurried over to answer.

As soon as Emily Harris picked up, before the other side could speak, she impatiently asked, “Hello, is this Ben Carter?”

“Of course… not.” The caller was actually Logan Bennett, who was calling to ask why Ben Carter hadn’t come to class. This was the first time he’d encountered such a situation. Unexpectedly, a girl answered the phone. They’d been friends for two years, and he had no idea Ben Carter had any female friends here. But she clearly knew Ben Carter, or she wouldn’t have asked for him right away. Surprised, he instinctively replied.

Both were a bit taken aback, and there was a brief silence on the line—neither knew what to say.

It was Logan Bennett who recovered first. He politely said, “Ahem, hello, I’m Ben Carter’s classmate. My surname is Sima. Ben Carter didn’t come to class today. Isn’t he home?”

Although he was pretty sure Ben Carter wasn’t home, Logan Bennett still asked.

“He’s not here. I haven’t seen him since this morning. Did you need something from him?”

Actually, she had just gotten up herself, but Emily Harris was too embarrassed to say so.