Fu Yin paused her movements, holding her high heels in her hand.
Fu Yin laughed, "Alright."
Everything seemed to fall into place, going very smoothly.
Next, Song Musen took her to a nearby hotel and booked a room.
The two enjoyed a passionate night, both were very satisfied.
...
In the early morning, sunshine slanted into the hotel suite, light white curtains danced, brushing over the tulips on the round table.
Fu Yin opened her eyes, the room was filled with the lingering atmosphere of last night.
Song Musen propped himself on his side, smiling at her, "Awake?"
Fu Yin's face was full of shy sweetness.
Song Musen reached out to brush her nose, revealing the scratches on his shoulder.
Just a glance and you could tell how intense last night's "battle" had been.
Song Musen teased, "Is Miss Fu a cat? You sure scratched quite fiercely."
Fu Yin pouted, "It wasn't you who kept going on and on..."
The ambiguity in their words made them both gaze at each other.
