The bathroom mirror reflected a tumble of black hair, sharp blue eyes, and a curvaceous form partially obscured by a small towel.
Yes—this was me, the one and only jade beauty.
Stifling a yawn, I arched my body to the side, a low sound escaping my throat.
"…Why does sleep even exist if I have to wake up this early?"
I massaged my temples, glanced at the faucet, and let the cool water cascade over my face. The icy droplets slid down my cheeks, clinging to my skin before dripping into the sink.
Gradually, the morning haze in my mind lifted, and a small smile tugged at my lips.
"Heh… looking good as always."
I picked up my phone from the sink, scrolling lazily through new messages, memes, and notifications. The faint hum of the bathroom's vent echoed above me.
After skimming a few more contacts, my thumb halted.
A name stood out among the list.
[My Sugar — (2)]
I leaned back against the wall, the towel slipping slightly to reveal a glimpse of my breasts.
