"What are you saying?" Mengmeng asked with a puzzled face.
"The words men speak in bed don't count."
"..."
Scram!
The morning after.
Bright morning sunlight shone through the poorly drawn curtains.
The room was a complete mess.
Women's lingerie and men's white shirts were intertwined.
Other clothes were even more chaotically strewn about.
It was evident just how passionate the previous night had been.
Mengmeng struggled to open her eyes and mumbled, "Gu Zhihan, what time is it now?"
"Half past eight." Gu Zhihan lazily peeked at the clock before continuing to cuddle the girl and sleep.
Today was the weekend; he didn't have to work, and the girl didn't have to go to school.
However, just as he was thinking this was a matter of course, he heard Mengmeng let out an involuntary shriek, "What!? It's already half past eight?"
"What's the matter?" Gu Zhihan's last bit of sleepiness had now completely vanished, leaving only confusion on his face.
