At night Feng Xinying curled into him and slept without moving an inch. As though it was natural, Xie Yuansheng circled his hand around her and rested his head on hers.

In the morning Feng Xinying woke up with the worst hangover of her life. When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring in the chest of a man with her drool on it. Surprised and embarra.s.sed, she removed her head. She tried to get up only to find that was being prevented by his strong hand that circled her. What the h.e.l.l happened? How come she was in this situation? Shocked at her state, Feng Xinying removed his hand from herself and sat up.

She turned to look at the man who was lying with her. "Xie Yuansheng!" She exclaimed! How did he come to sleep here? Did he defile her? She looked at her dress which was already above her thighs but she didn't feel as though she was violated. She looked at her hand. It was a mess. What was the white dried stuff stuck on it? The room was smelling of the lotion she used for her face! Her dress was stained.

She looked at his pant and saw that his zip was open and his boxers were visible although it was buckled. Did she violate him? d.a.m.n! Bewildered, she gasped. His coat was also stained with an oily substance, which she a.s.sumed must have been her lotion. She hated herself for being in this situation.

She barely remembered what happened last night. But she remembered the way those models were trying to seduce him. She also remembered that she hated it and had some wine s.n.a.t.c.hing it from a model who was trying to be lewd to him.

Shocked at what must have happened previous night after she was drunk, she pulled the skin of her face down in embarra.s.sment. She looked at his boxers that were stained with something. She brought her nose near it to smell. That was her lotion! How the h.e.l.l did her lotion reach there?

As her face was there investigating the area, she heard, "What are you doing there Feng Xinying? Another round?"

Tomato faced, she leapt out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Even though her head was aching she couldn't stay there. In the bathroom, she vomited. Once she vomited, she felt better. Her thoughts went back to him. Why was he sleeping in her room, on her bed? Befuddled, Feng Xinying went on to take a shower. While she was talking a shower, she heard the bathroom door open. She peeped from behind the curtain only to find that he had entered to pee.

Quickly, she drew the curtain and shouted, "Xie Yuansheng, what are you doing? I am taking bath!"

Xie Yuansheng sighed. He knew she wouldn't remember a thing. "Yingying, relax. Don't look here. How is your headache?"

Yingying? That sounded familiar...

"It's fine..." she replied. But it wasn't. "Did I do something to you yesterday night?" she asked in a whisper embarra.s.sed to the core. She regretted her question as soon as she asked it.

"Don't lie... And yes you did something wonderful," he said zipping his pant. "Meet me downstairs for breakfast. I would like to discuss about the project that you are willing to start. Yesterday, I talked to the organizers. They said they can easily arrange for the models to showcase your collection." Saying that he went away smiling at the way he just played.

"Models?" She shouted. She literally jumped in her tub splas.h.i.+ng water.

Quickly, she finished taking a shower and dressed. She ran downstairs to see whether he was having his breakfast or not but he wasn't there. Even his aunt wasn't there. She asked the butler, "Where is Xie Yuansheng?"

"The young master hasn't come down," he replied.

"Oh!" She relaxed. She waited for him to come down anxiously.

He came down after fifteen minutes. As he was coming down, she looked at him with interest. He was wearing a white s.h.i.+rt paired with a black pant and hair combed back. He looked handsome. She had met so many beautiful and handsome models in the industry and was hardly attracted to them. She blew hot air and convinced herself that she wasn't attracted to him.

When he came to sit, he chose to sit near her. He smiled at her and said, "Yingying, Tell me about that project."

Feng Xinying gulped. She hated the idea of having models around him. "I am thinking of writing a detailed project report. I'll submit it later and then we can talk."

"But I can help you with it," he said nonchalantly.

"No! I will do it on my own!" She had to delay that as much as possible.

Xie Yuansheng frowned. "But you were in a hurry?" he said as though he had read her thoughts.

"I am! I mean I am not!" She sputtered.

Xie Yuansheng smiled inwards. "Okay, let me know when you are ready," he replied.

They had their breakfast quietly after that. But he had to ask, "Do you remember anything that happened yesterday night?"

She remembered that was smelling the lotion near his boxers in the morning. Her face turned red. "Xie Yuansheng, I remember. You should not let those models come near you. They are mostly trying to cheat rich people!" She couldn't say that, but she had to quickly put up a face.

"Really, I'll be careful. But you were also a model..." He said eating a mouthful.

"I am different!" She retorted.

Xie Yuansheng threw his hands up in the air and said, "I agree Yingying!"

When they finished eating, they went together to the office. Xie Yuansheng chose the same car. The driver said, "Young miss, the lotion that you had thrown on the car floor yesterday, I have kept it nicely."