Finally pushing him on the bed, she stood there for a second to catch her breath. In the softly lit room, he did look beautiful.
"It shall get better one day, don't worry!" she told him, in her heart.
"Maybe I have drunk too much tonight. Why else would I think that he looks good? I hate Asian guys. Maybe cos he suffers from a heart break," she continued with her thoughts.
"Arghh… my head," Wei moaned on the bed, clutching his head.
Stepping away from him, Samantha looked at her watch. She had already missed the deadline. Her mother is going to create a ruckus tomorrow morning! It was the fault of this pretty boy. Turning to go, it was his constant whimpering which made her hesitate.
