When Sun Shuxian woke up, she realized the handsome and powerful man who had made her feel as if she were in heaven the night before was already gone, leaving only his suit jacket draped over her, which must have been his.
Even though she was aching all over, there was still an overwhelming sweetness in her heart.
Glancing at the time, she quickly got dressed in the torn evening dress from the night before, and then wrapped herself in the same suit jacket, weakly making her way out.
She was weak as a kitten, her legs trembling, yet she carried that seductive air as if no one knew she had been favored the previous night.
"Where's your second young master?" she asked, grabbing a waiter, her voice a mix of pitiful need and self-satisfied pride.
