Mark couldn't help but pat his chest. Tang Li was dressed in black silk pajamas and when she hovered above his head, her waist-length wave hair almost fell like a curtain around her face.
The moment he opened his eyes, he was met with the scene which gave him a fright.
"Mark Wilson, get it clear in your head that you look more of a zombie right now," Tang Li scoffed. Her horrible dream was enough of a turn-off for her yet this man had to call her a witch.
Mark sighed before caressing the area under his eyes. He was sure that there were heavy bags under his pretty eyes. Combing his fingers through his silvery hair, he dashed towards Tang Li before sitting next to her on the floor. He folded his legs and leaned back on the wall, "Of course I would look like a ghost. A 13-hour long flight sucked me up." He murmured, sounding annoyed.
