Ten wakes up to the familiar scent of summer pines of Thailand and snuggles closer to the warm bundle of blankets lingering with the smell. "Hrrrmmmmm......warmmmtthhmm" The puffy blankets plushed as his hands groped the smooth bundle of silk. "wait I'm ... nott rich enouughh too afford silk" The silky threads passed through his fingers effortlessly. Ten impatiently raises from the bed, cautiously scanning his surrounding. "This is not my room... I think I fuxked up" Though his clothes were still intact. His squinted eyes wandered to the blanket-covered figure. "Who is this?..." Start: 24/11/2017 End: 20/01/2018

هل تفقد الزهرة جمالها في النهـاية ؟ ام انها تورث عبيرها لمن تريده ؟