Han Jing bolted up from his bed and nearly knocked his head against Odele. He flailed his arms wildly, until he realized where he was and who he was with. The man was in the little hotel's sofa and currently had a Mermaid who clutched her head, while she herself had been hovering just above him.
Her knees rested on either side of his body, uncaring and possibly unaware of such closeness. Or didn't care about it at all. The bright-eyed Mermaid gave him a look and laughed. "I was about to wake you up, sleepyhead."
He was glad enough to have no morning wood—or rather, his body hadn't given him one in this kind of situation. Instead, his body pumped with blood and the excruciating pain somehow seemed as if it passed over to his own current body.
Han Jing clutched his shoulder hesitatingly.
