ᴡake up call ; sa ✕ lh
The recently dyed locks fell curled in a shade of golden honey she never intended to wear as she brushes her hair back, trying to focus and think on something. The headache forbids, and not even half a minute later Aisha had given up, and instead is looking for a way to find her clothes, or at least get push that body enough for her to get something to cover her nudity. “Hey, hey, dude. Rich kid, wake the hell up and get off!”
Lu Han was stirred awake quite suddenly, inhaling sharply and groaning himself out of sleep at the sound of an angry female voice. Ah, there it was--he was able to connect the pieces rather quickly. The angry morning after was something he was quickly becoming familiar with, what with his recent track record and all. Instead of getting up quickly like the female voice told him to, he stretched his bare arms over his head languidly and blinked his eyes open slowly, squinting in the daylight. His sheets were over most of his lower half, covering himself from the hips downward and there was the distinct warmth of bare skin under him, no doubt from the angered girl.
He yawned leisurely and turned himself over, freeing the girl. He leaned back and eyed her appreciatively; his taste was impeccable as ever. "Morning beautiful," he said salaciously, corner of his mouth lifting into a good-natured smirk. There was a dull ache between his temples, but it wasn't so bad. His tolerance has vastly improved over the years, but from the bits and pieces of what he can recall from last night, they had both been pretty wrecked. Loud music and crazy dancing that had ultimately led to Lu Han taking her back to his spacious place among the other aristocrats' homes. Bare skin, breathy gasps, fingers clutched in sheets. The rest, he can't really remember too well, but that didn't really matter. Lu Han didn't know about the girl, but he had a pretty good time last night. What was her name…? A-something.
"Don't be so upset…you," he substituted in place of a name. "There's no need to be angry, relax," he went on, shrugging. "If you're looking for your clothes, the servants have probably taken them to be laundered. They're kind of used to it by now," he explained. It was something that Lu Han had made a routine in their jobs, and they now did it without question, usually early enough in the morning for both him and whoever he'd spent the night with to still be asleep. "You'll get them back soon. Meanwhile, why don't you come back to bed?"
