The Plaza Hotel, fifteenth-floor executive suite.
Shen Yuyan rubbed her throbbing temples and sat up from the spacious bed.
Because of the time difference, she had not slept soundly. Her body still carried the fatigue and soreness of the long flight, yet her mind became unusually clear the instant she woke up.
She walked to the window and yanked open the curtains with a swish.
Manhattan's bustling yet unfamiliar scenery instantly came into view. The trees in Central Park trembled in the frigid winter wind.
Looking out the window, her thoughts drifted uncontrollably back to last night.
To that luxuriously suffocating domed hall on the top floor.
Excited by her arrival in New York and overwhelmed by the longing she had bottled up for so long, she had somehow followed Lin Mu Xue's lead and taken the initiative to kiss Tang Song.
The situation instantly spiraled out of control.
He had held them each around the waist, as though savoring two different desserts, and kissed Lin Mu Xue seven or eight times as if they were competing.
Thinking back on it now, she felt both shy and scared.
She had truly been afraid that Tang Song would get carried away and keep both her and Lin Mu Xue with him.
After all, their last intimate encounter had taken place on Xu Qing's bed.
Her precious first time could have been lost in circumstances that carried the implication of some sort of enhancement aid.
Just thinking about it made her tremble with shame.
Thankfully—thankfully, Tang Song had shown restraint.
When the atmosphere had grown intense enough to stand on the verge of igniting, he had instead let them go and, with exceptional gentleness and gentlemanly grace, escorted them to the elevator lobby.
While it relieved Shen Yuyan, it also stirred an