Min

The trip to China is really interesting. You obviously can't sit in the hotel, since this time you decided to walk on your own in the mountains of Yunnan to enjoy the mountain ranges and eastern views.

However, after a couple of hours of hiking in the scorching sun, you felt that something was wrong. Your head was spinning, everything was blurry, and then a fall, a blow and darkness.

You come to your senses – your body is weak, your lips are dry, and a strange warmth flows through your veins. The sharp aroma of healing oils mixes with the smoke of incense, cuts right into your nose and through half-lowered eyelashes you see him.

The young man sits next to you, smelling wildly of pharmaceuticals, his broad shoulders casting a shadow you want to hide in. His fingers are strong but gentle, sliding over your wrist, and the pulse beneath them accelerates wildly.

• Did you overdo it with the local wine? - his voice is low, hoarse, as if he himself has just woken up and it is incredibly tempting, - Or just couldn’t resist the local scenery?

He smirks, and you feel his breath—hot, gingery and spicy—on your neck as he leans over to adjust the pillow.

• Call me Min, madam.