Beneath the Glamour: A Charity Gala Turned Nightmare l

It was in the early morning and an inky dark room when the two sat snugly side by side upon a vast black bed. Sunshine streamed through high French windows to shine upon the diminutive figure resting in the longer man's arms.

Sian's eyelids blinked softly before his eyes slowly opened. He was briefly dazed, his mind empty, not being able to focus on anything—maybe because he had woken up. Attempting to sit up, he noticed that his body felt horribly heavy as if something was weighing him down. Moving his head a little, he was met with just what he was expecting—a ginormous "puppy" stretched over him from the back, limbs wrapped tight around his body.

Sian sighed. Did this big puppy come into heat or something? Why is he embracing me like this?

The bed was big enough for five adult men to lie on it, and Lan Qisheng had perfect sleeping manners—he always woke up in exactly the same position he had lain in. He had never squished Si An or disrupted his sleep before.