Moulin's chin slowly lifted, exposing the unblemished white column of his throat. Silver eyes are moist and hazy. Long locks of his white wavy hair fell over his face.
And his lips parted... in a long frustrated sigh.
Who in the world is knocking at his door at this time?!
Moulin narrowed his eyes. He muttered a curse as he got off the bed and, in irritation, slipped on a long white robe. He left the bedroom and strode towards the door with heavy steps. A deep chuckle sounded behind him from the bed, and it only fuelled Moulin's anger all the more. Hadrian thinks this is funny? Let's see if he still thinks so sleeping once ice for the whole night.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Moulin's eyes flashed. Whoever this is, I'll make sure you won't be able to have a single good night's sleep in your whole life!