At eight ten in the morning, the alarm on the phone rang right on time by the pillow.
Ruan Xingwen fumbled for the phone with his eyes closed, habitually pressed the off button, and snuggled back into the quilt.
October mornings are full of chill; it's definitely the warmest under the covers, Ruan Xingwen thought, half-asleep.
Just as he was about to fall asleep again, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have agreed with Mr. Yu to sign the contract today.
Ruan Xingwen sat up abruptly in bed, then fell back down again.
Ouch, got up too fast, feeling dizzy.
Surprised by his own clumsiness, Ruan Xingwen steadied himself and sat up again, genuinely awake this time.
Ruan Xingwen picked up the phone and glanced at the time—it was only eight fifteen. With this timing, there was definitely enough time; after all, he wasn't a girl and didn't need to spend so much time primping.
