Zhao Lifei turned around and was surprised to see the anger in his eyes. It burned like a flame, one that she didn't shy away from. He looked as if he wanted to interrogate her there and then on how and why she owned a gun. But who was he to care whether she had one or not? She knew he owned the XIX pistol, which was quite unheard of within the country.
She was the first to break their staring competition and when she did, she noticed something odd. He was sitting on her bed, his suit jacket and tie gone while his crinkled shirt was half open, revealing part of his muscular chest. His legs were still tucked into the same blanket she had previously been wrapped with.
"What are you doing in my bed?" She frowned, subconsciously glancing down to make sure her undergarments were still intact. She was terrified that something might have happened while she was inebriated.
"I'm tidying up the blankets." He lied, grabbing the ends and performing a horrible attempt at folding it.
