He Hanchuan’s lips hovered less than an inch from hers, so close that the warmth of his breath ghosted across her skin as he spoke. “I smell alcohol on you. Hiding a man in here?” “No.” Xiang Wan’s eyelids fluttered, her palms slick with sweat. “A friend of mine… she was heartbroken. She came over, had a few drinks, and passed out.” He Hanchuan studied her for a moment before a smile broke across