...
Sally didn't remember what she had forgotten until she had sent all the guests away.
"Oh no, I promised to play with Little Black Panther." Saying that, Sally lifted her skirt and ran towards the teahouse across the street.
"I'm looking for someone," Sally told the teahouse waiter.
The waiter smiled, "Boss Sally, the private room upstairs."
"Thank you," Sally said as she ran upstairs.
Just as she reached the second floor landing, she saw a streak of dark color flash before her eyes.
Sally abruptly stopped her motion and looked up.
Long black hair cascaded down to his waist, golden eyes with upward tilting corners, lush dark lashes thick as if woven, alluring and profound. His handsome face was chiseled, flawlessly unblemished, lips pressed into a firm line, indicative of his current mood—unpredictable.
"Uh~" Sally's mind went blank for a moment. "I... I'll just pass by."
