A roaring thunder struck the sky. The darkened sky sparks after letting the flickering lighting pass. After that quick phenomenon, raindrops started to fall. Pitterring at the glass window, making a tic tac sound.
The two men on the sofa gazed at the window. They watched the rain become heavier every minute. Guang Jin became disappointed. He stood up from the couch and massaged his temples. "I already reserved a nice place for us," he mumbled.
Yang was left dumbfounded on the couch, with his thighs still opened. When he realized his position, he also jolted up. His face turned hot as he pulled his bathrobe onto his chest. He remained there, frozen. He observed Guang Jin took out his phone again from his pocket and dialed some numbers.
