It was the early hours of the morning, it was cold and snowflakes were gently hitting the ground. The movements were minimum and only the cyborg police could be seen in the streets.
In a hotel room, sounds of frying pan could be heard and the aroma being released was pleasant.
A pair of rosy pink eyes slowly opened to be greeted by the pleasant sight of a purple haired cooking. All the sleep in his eyes washed away and he sat up straight.
"Sun Yao what are you cooking?"
The woman turned back her oval face and looked at the sleepy head with her alluring purple eyes.
"You are awake?"
"Yes. You look beautiful no matter which angle I see you from."
For Dean who had just had his first experience Sun Yao looked like a goddess sent down to satisfy him, but to her he was the first of many. Her youth was just beginning and she didn't want to waste it all over a few big hits from Master John Goodfellow.
