Is It Too Late To Regret Chapter 17

Early the next morning, Aiden Jiang was a little confused about the fact that he climbed out of Elliot Duan's bed.

Not far away, Elliot Duan was sitting on the couch where he should have slept.

Apparently he had just woken up, his hair hanging loosely in front of his forehead, and his eyes hidden deep under his eyebrows were slightly hazy with remaining sleep, which diluted his sharp aura.

He doesn't look as cold-blooded and mean as usual.

Aiden Jiang flexed his knuckles and rubbed his slightly sore temples, trying to get rid of the remaining obstacles of alcohol, but he still had no memory of changing beds.