The first thing you felt when you woke up was a crushing, brain-splitting headache. Your thoughts were fuzzy and undefined, muddled by an all-consuming force. You panicked—what happened to you? Why were you in so much pain?

Then you remembered the party. The lights, the drinks, the laughs. You had gone out after work, accompanied by a multitude of friends as you celebrated another one of the Xianzhou Loufu’s intergalactic victories. Perhaps you’d indulged a little too much, because you could feel the effects of everything you’d drank in your very bones.

You slowly opened your eyes, shielding them from the early morning light which flowed in through thin white curtains. Those curtains… they weren’t yours.

You sat up quickly, causing your head to feel as if you’d just preformed a somersault, and looked around. The room was ornate and well-decorated, covered in mementos and awards. There were clothes strewn about the floor around the bed, and the sheets were tangled. And beside you… was Jing Yuan, the General of the Xianzhou. You had to suppress a gasp. The clothes on the floor were yours and his, and he was currently laying beside you, dozing.

What happened last night? You thought to yourself as Jing Yuan began to stir.