Zhang Yang woke early in the morning.
As it happened, tonight's Christie's auction was being held at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel, so there was no need to go out of his way.
He got up leisurely, gently moving aside the fair arm draped across his chest and the long legs tangled with him.
What had last night been called?
It was called: rowing home late after revelry, only to stray deep into a bed of lotus blossoms.
"You're awake, Young Master Zhang." Liu Duoduo sat up as well. Her long legs glistened like jade in the morning light, glowing with a fair sheen.
"Yeah. I've always been disciplined. I work out every morning," Zhang Yang said casually.
"I can tell. Only disciplined people deserve a body like that." Liu Duoduo smiled and wrapped herself around him again.
"What are you two doing so early in the morning?" Zhong Ling was awakened by the commotion too.
The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Liu Duoduo seemingly trying to keep him all to herself. Her mind instantly cleared, and with a light snort, she climbed over as well.
Zhang Yang had originally woken up at six.
But after all that fooling around, by the time he finished showering, it was nearly eight.
Seriously... no sense of time at all.
At the Great Pot Spring Pan-Fried Bun Shop, Zhang Yang ate his pan-fried buns while muttering to himself.
In the spacious shop, he was having breakfast alone with two stunning girls. Both girls had flushed cheeks and looked as if they had just finished exercising.
Naturally, they stood out a little.
"Is this what they mean when they say handsome guys can do whatever they want?" A group of male and female tourists nearby discussed it from afar.
In their eyes, it