Chapter 5

　　By the time the party was over, it was two oclock late at night.

　　The festive atmosphere is still very strong as pedestrians come and go on the streets.

　　Clints expensive sports car was parked on the street, Joe was already a little drunk, being held in her boyfriends arms, kissing and kissing, his lips against hers, murmuring, "My place tonight?"

　　She smiled delicately, her hand on his broad shoulder, seemed slightly unconscious.

　　"Joe." A pair of firm palms gently tapped on her shoulder.

　　Dazed eyes looked up at the masculine face, "...... Brother Matthew." A sweet smile.

　　"Your mother asked me to bring something to you, is it okay for you to come with me to get it now?" Enquired politely.

　　"Its so late, cant you wait until tomorrow?" Clint looked at him and knew that he is Joes friend in Taiwan, a, very strange friend. All night long, he sat alone, looking coldly at the crowd, not talking to anyone, not dancing.

　　Is there anything stranger than coming to a party and just sitting alone?

　　Matthew smoothed the cuffs of his coat and said indifferently, "I dont have time tomorrow."

　　"Then after ......"

　　"Clint." The soft voice rang out, sweet and delicate, "See you tomorrow."

　　"But Joe ......" it’s their first Christmas Eve, he wanted to spend it with her, he had it all planned out ......

　　"Im going to get something." Turned around, a little unsteady on her feet, but she was sort of okay with the slight drunkenness, and it was good.

　　"Joe ......"

　　"I insist." Looking at her reluctant boyfriend, she smiled and patted his hand soothingly, "Go, be careful on the road."

　　Even if reluctantly, but knowing Joe’s temper, meaning what she said, Clint had to go.

　　"Brother Matthew, lets go." He stopped a cab and they went straight to the hotel where he was staying.

　　After swiping his card and entering the door, he looked at her face which was red from the alcohol, "Let me get you a bottle of water." Opened the mini-refrigerator, took out a bottle of sparkling water, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to her.

　　Murmuring her thanks, her thirsty throat needed it just as much as the cool, sweet water nourished her throat. Pressing the cool bottle against her cheek, she wanted to sigh in comfort.

　　"Brother, what did my mom ask you to bring me? I really hope its the beef jerky I like, you know what I miss the most over here! My moms hand-made beef jerky, just thinking about it makes me want to drool." Eyes flashing, gluttonous look, not at all like the gorgeous and incomparable Joe Shen.

　　"The food wont make it through customs."

　　"Right." Smiling, she collapsed on the bed, grabbed the pillow, and wrapped it around her, the soft bed was so comfortable and made her feel so sleepy, her eyelids were a little heavy, "Then what is it?"

　　Matthew opened his suitcase and slowly searched for it, and only after a long time, did he speak grudgingly, "I seem to have, forgotten to bring it here."

　　She rubbed her eyelids, yawned, some naive childishness, "...... well, even you would forget ......" her words trailed off, and fell into a deep sleep, for him, she was very, very reassured.

　　Matthew closed his suitcase and looked at her sleeping face. She is asleep, no matter how delicate, how charming is she, now she is like a child.

　　Black hair, like silk, scattered on top of the white mattress, long eyelashes form a thick shadow, bright and plump lips, slightly pouting, soft and plush. Her skin, very, very smooth, without a flaw, radiant and glowing in the golden light, pink colored her cheeks, tempting.

　　Her palm, pressed against the side of her cheek, with long, slender fingers, reminded him of the old description of a womans hand, tender as the white part of the green onion, really, very apt.

　　Her transparent nails, clean and beautifully manicured, without any artificial color, healthy pink, like the pure beauty of the flower petals, quietly blooming in the fingertips.

　　Joe Shen, even when asleep, still moving.

　　He looked at her seriously, his eyes sunken. He bent down, a sign lingering in the quiet room, gently took off her soft leather boots, picked her up and placed her towards the center of the big bed, pulled over the soft wool blanket, and covered her body without leaving a single gap, turned off the big light, leaving only the yellow bedside lamp.

　　She turned her head and rubbed her face gently on the soft blanket. The heating turned on in the room and the comfortable and soft bed made the corners of her mouth curved in satisfaction and she slept, even more deeply.