Bab 416: Xaralteroide

Next Morning

Elite Saphire Penthouse, 8:30 a.m.;

As the smell of coffee and pancakes spread through the house, the girl gradually adjusted her eyes to the bright rays of the sun dancing through the bedroom's window, upon her face. She felt great. Oddly satisfied, one could say. She wasn't sure if it was the smell of the brewing coffee or the magical, refreshing sleep from last night, but she'd never felt like this, in years. Subconsciously, her hands stretched back to fix her unclasped bra and it was then that she realized who might've had done it, bringing a smile to her lips. 

"Good Morning, President Xi!", the girl hugged the man from behind, who was holding onto a piping bag filled with a chocolate-flavored whipped cream, gazing down at the baked undecorated pancake. 

"Someone is up early today.", the man laughed heartily, turning to press his lips against hers, "Good Moning, Ma Jolie.", he said back, "How are you feeling today?"