Plaza Hotel, 15th floor executive suite.
Shen Yuyan rubbed her throbbing temples and sat up from the large bed.
Due to the jet lag, she hadn't slept well. Her body was still achy from the long flight, but her mind was unexpectedly clear as soon as she woke up.
She walked to the window and swiftly pulled open the curtains.
The bustling yet unfamiliar scene of Manhattan instantly came into view, with the trees in Central Park trembling in the winter chill.
Looking out the window, her thoughts uncontrollably drifted back to last night.
In that luxurious, suffocating domed hall on the top floor.
Fueled by the excitement of arriving in New York and long-suppressed longing, she impulsively followed Lin Muxue's lead and kissed Tang Song.
As a result, the situation spiraled out of control.
He held them on each side, as if savoring two different desserts, and kissed Lin Muxue seven or eight times like it was a competition.
Recalling the scene, she felt both shy and terrified.
