Mingshen twisted and turned in bed but it was as if sleep vowed to stray far away from him tonight. The last resort was exercising like a maniac in hopes that his physically tired body will eventually drift off to the sleepy world, but luck was not on his side tonight.
Even meditation didn't help as the only face that kept appearing as soon as he would close his eyelids was Jia. Concentration seemed like an impossible goal, much less sleep. So he grabbed his phone and disturbed the man only he could have the courage to disturb in the middle of the night.
'Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.'
The pings of continuous messages finally woke up the Mafia King, who replied with a cute, sleepy sticker.
'What?'
Mingshen gave a look of disdain at his choice of reply.
'Little chili is affecting you a little too much. What kind of a reputation will you hold if the Mafia King talks like this?'
'I don't care. Why did you ping me so late in the night?'
'I am not getting any sleep.'
'...'
