Yang woke up in an unfamiliar room. The dizziness jolted inside his head the moment he met the light. He tried to lift his right hand and rubbed his forehead, recalling what happened yesterday. He groaned when he felt a heavy thing above his stomach. Then realized that he's not in his room because the ceiling was very unfamiliar.
Yang rolled on the other side of the bed. That's when he realized he was being held. He was being held by another man. Not just a man, but Guang Jin.
His body unconsciously sprang up from the bed. He covered his lips to stop himself from screaming in shock.
The sun's rays from the early sunrise penetrated through the glass wall half meters away from the bed. It hit Guang Jin's sleeping face, making him glow in the color of yellow and orange. An early angel descended from heaven. It made him more handsome when he squinted his eyes. His lashes sway along with it.
