In the morning, sunlight streamed into the hotel, and the delicate eyelids of Su Yan's face fluttered as she slowly woke from the king-size bed in the presidential suite.
Last night's hangover left her brain hazy and her entire body in unbearable soreness.
Looking around the room, traces of last night's madness were everywhere. An off-white suit thrown haphazardly on the floor, red-soled high heels inexplicably scattered across the table, and black stockings that had been torn to shreds.
It took her quite some time in a daze before Su Yan realized what had happened last night.
Glancing around, Lu Yan was already nowhere to be found in the room.
On that international flight, Su Yan used a feigned clumsy act to spark a conversation with Lu Yan.
As a forward-thinking woman, Su Yan didn't immediately ask about Lu Yan's identity or details. Instead, she chatted about topics of interest to Lu Yan.
