Her Soft Spot
Elite Saphhire Penthouse, 03:15;
Xi Yuan walked into his bedroom and put the girl to bed, carefully adjusting the pillow beneath her head. She looked like an angel. Carefree. Her nose and cheek red and cold from the alcohol. Mesmerizingly still. He could watch her all night. Literally all night.
The man, after a minute, stood up and strode out of the room, summoning the butler into the living room. He asked the old man to prepare some hot soup along with a bowl of salad and a pancake for the girl, in case she'd be hungry after waking up. After a quick shower, the man swilled out a cold glass of water and grabbed a seat over the couch in his bedroom. He still had some work left to do, and hence, he retrieved his laptop from the bag beside the couch and turned on the dim yellow lights, so as to not disturb the girl's sleep.