Early the next morning, at five.
The phone alarm on the bedside table kept blaring.
Zhou Huaiyi pulled the covers over her head and reached out to turn it off.
Ten minutes later, Xiang Qichen pushed open the guest room door, strode over to the bed, yanked away her quilt, and said loudly, "Get up, time to catch the plane."
After speaking, he walked to the window and drew open the curtains, letting bright light flood the room.
Zhou Huaiyi blinked, shielded her face with her hand, and stomped her foot with a pout, exuding a grumpy morning mood.
Xiang Qichen was relentless, walked over, patted both sides of his handsome face, and raised his voice, "Get up!"
Only then did Zhou Huaiyi slowly open her eyes, scratching her head as she sat up, staring blankly at the person in front of her, and suddenly pointing between her legs with a low voice: "It's up again."
Xiang Qichen: "..."
