Dubian Che drew back the curtains, and the morning sunlight streamed into the room in an instant.
"Hmph—" From within the covers of the bed came the reluctant voice of the young lady.
She turned her back and continued to sleep.
Dubian Che walked to the bedside, looking at Jiutiao Meijie's delicate little face, "Time to get up."
"...Mm." Her eyes remained closed.
"Weren't we supposed to have breakfast together today?"
"Not going anymore." She refused without hesitation.
Dubian Che walked to the foot of the bed, lifted a bit of the quilt, and wormed his way in.
Jiutiao Meijie's two very gracefully positioned legs entered his eyes and hands.
He gently touched her calf, then moved past the knee, advancing towards the thigh.
The thigh was snow-white with a smooth texture.
After having touched enough, Dubian Che continued forward.
Suddenly, Jiutiao Meijie pressed her legs together, trapping him.
"Meijie, let go. Let go and you don't have to get up early," Dubian Che said.
