The phone on the bedside began to ring. Zhao Feiyang lifted his head from the quilt, but a snow-white arm hooked around him, pulling him back. The phone kept ringing persistently. Zhao Feiyang had no choice but to throw off the quilt and pick up the phone. The arm remained entwined around his neck like ivy, or perhaps like a white snake coiling tightly around him.
Seeing the name displayed, Zhao Feiyang instantly calmed down. He roughly freed himself from the arm: "Tang Jingwei!"
He then sat up, took a breath, and answered the call, "President Tang, hello!"
Tang Jingwei seldom called him, especially at such a time. Zhao Feiyang glanced at his watch and confirmed that it was already midnight. He realized something important must have happened.
Tang Jingwei's tone was as unhurried as ever: "Feiyang, am I disturbing your rest?"
Zhao Feiyang replied, "No, I wasn't sleeping yet."
He felt a hand teasing him under the covers, making Zhao Feiyang frown.
