In the early morning, Shasha was awakened by a harsh alarm clock. Dazed, she felt a slight movement beside her. Frowning, she instinctively reached out for the source of the sound, only to touch a warm arm and smooth skin.
With her eyes still closed, she mumbled a sleepy "What are you doing?" and, in a half-waking state, rolled over to pin the person in bed beneath her. She hated alarm clocks, she hated getting up early, and she especially hated it when the human-sized plush toy she was hugging tried to run away.
The scent of medicated pain patches still lingered in the air. The air conditioning was set a bit too cold, and Wang Chuqin felt a chill, acutely aware that he was about to be pushed off the bed.
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