The model was easy on the eyes, so the photographer barely had to work. No matter what poses the two of them struck, a casual click already looked like a blockbuster poster.
Even the photographer couldn't help praising them nonstop as he shot.
A cool, refreshing breeze drifted in through the window in waves. Lin Junyang opened his eyes, raised a hand to rub his aching temple, and took in the room.
There was only a simple large bed with two bedside tables. On the opposite wall hung a not-even-forty-inch LCD TV, and nothing else.
This is… a hotel?
Last night's memories were blurry in his head. He remembered going to a bar to drink, and he remembered calling Third Bro over. With the kind of relationship he had with Third Bro, there was no way he'd dump him in some bargain hotel like this, right?
