滴-tap.
A drop of water slid from the top beam of the tent and landed on Chen Zhou's face.
Half-awake, he wiped his face, thinking it was Lai Fu licking him, muttering vaguely.
"Stop it~"
Then he turned over, his forehead hitting the corner of a wooden box with a "thud," instantly waking him up.
"Hiss."
Holding his head, Chen Zhou sat up drowsily, feeling a bit dizzy with a slight blackout in his vision.
"Shouldn't have drunk so much. This Ayali wine tastes mild and sweet, doesn't feel strong, yet the aftereffects are quite strong."
Leaning against the box, he rested for a moment until his thoughts cleared. Chen Zhou steadied himself on the bed edge and slowly stood up.
Plop.
Another drop of water fell, creating a small pit in the dry soil inside the tent.
Seeing the soaked earth, Chen Zhou paused for a second, looking up at the beam.
