"Entertain...?" Lexie questioned, following Zheme up the unfamiliar wooden stairs. "What do you mean by entertain?"

"I mean..." Zheme sighed. "You're going to show me exactly what you do in the mornings while I'm asleep."

Lexie fumbled with her fingers, eyes watching as he opened up the door to the bedroom. "I can't...I can't possibly show you that, it'd be mortifying."

"Then...I can't forgive you either." He stepped into the room, eyes scanning the creativity that laid inside.

The room wasn't big but it had all the essentials: a king sized bed decorated with fine sheets and seemingly soft pillows, a nightstand upholding a stylish lamp and decorative items and...