Guiying shot up from the bed so fast the room tilted sideways...he grabbed the headboard with one hand and stood there for a second, breathing through it, before his legs decided they were going to cooperate.
There was no time for a headache right now.
He was in the bathroom before he'd fully decided to move, the shower running cold first then hot, and he stood under it and did the math in his head three times because the first two answers made him feel physically ill.
The flight alone was fourteen hours and that was before you factored in getting to the airport, boarding, the time difference...
He was so dead.
He came out of the bathroom still towelling his hair, moving fast, and walked straight into Liuxian coming through the suite door holding a packaged bag that smelled unmistakably of hangover soup.
"Have you taken your bath?" Guiying asked without stopping.
