The next morning.
Wei Tianyang woke up on the hotel bed, and it was already noon.
The aftereffects of the whiskey weren't severe, although his head was foggy, it didn't hurt, and he didn't feel like vomiting,
so he rolled out of bed, stepped over Baphomet lying on the small mat at the head of the bed, and went to the bathroom to freshen up.
After cleaning up, Leona called. She knew Wei Tianyang was leaving today, but suggested he could stay a few more days to experience Prussia's local customs and culture.
Remembering her wanton behavior from the night before, Wei Tianyang couldn't help but want to laugh. Why did those at the pinnacle of power behave as if they were ruled by their libidos?
Seeing him silent, Leona even took the initiative to mention last night's events.
"You seemed a bit scared last night. You have an intimate relationship with Zhao Ling, I thought you liked playing that game," Leona said.
