The following day, she found the guy still lying on the sofa of her room. His hair disheveled, some drool was oozing from the side of his mouth. It was disgusting, but on closer inspection, he still looked handsome.
She called room service, asking for Asian breakfast, since the man does not look Caucasian.
Then she went to wake him up. She was about to tap his shoulder, but she stopped her actions. Her hand hung in midair as she admired his chiseled face and full brows. His upper lip had sharp, well-demarcated borders, while his lower lip looked juicy, going down like a spout of a teapot. It was very tempting.
She shook her head remembering their encounter last night. She furrowed her brows and tapped his shoulder hard.
Xiu Jin woke up with a splitting headache. He had drunk too much last night.
Seeing a beautiful woman looking down on him, her hands propped by her hips, he bolted upright.
"Who...who are you?" He asked. Did he bring a stranger into his room? Oh my God!
