Zhang Min's hand patted at the side next to his on the bed but found only the cold bed. Slowly blinking his eyes open, he stared at the empty side in confusion. Zhang Min looked down at himself wondering if last night was a dream but the scratches on his chest showed that it was not.
Getting up lazily from the bed, Zhang Min pulled the discarded pyjamas, pulling up the drawstring and going down the steps to look for his missing bed mate. He wondered what she was up to making guesses from her being shy and hiding from him or eating or cooking breakfast..brunch, he corrected himself.
What he had not expected was, her being hunched over a laptop screen while sitting on the couch. He slowed his steps as he tried to read what she was engrossed in. When he finally got a look, he almost snorted aloud alerting her to his presence.
