Intuition (2)
Arriving separately to suite #409 on the fourth floor to the left at Lu Yi's hotel. Each time the door was opened by a tall strikingly handsome young man in his 20s, who had on a collarless blue shirt and grey pants, both feet were covered in a dark flip flop. His clean shaven face bore dark eyes that sparkled with inner laughter and had on his trademark hairstyle on a well sculptured head.
Yang Lin came in earlier this time around, in his usual black and had on his face a sullen look, which he never bothered trying to hid from the other man. Although, good looking as well, the nasty expression on his face took some of it away.