In the small hours of the morning, Shasha was jolted awake by a harsh alarm clock. Dazed and half-asleep, she felt a slight movement beside her. Frowning unconsciously, she reached out to grope for the source of the noise, only to brush against a warm arm and smooth skin.
With her eyes still closed, Shasha mumbled, "What are you doing?" and half-asleep, rolled over to pin the person in the bed beneath her. She hated alarm clocks, she hated getting up early, and she hated it when her human-shaped plush toy tried to run away.
The lingering scent of medicated patches still hung in the air. The air conditioning was set a bit too cold, and Wang Chuqin felt a chill, coupled with the imminent danger of being squeezed right off the edge of the bed.
The single bed in the South African hotel was narrow to begin with, and given his tall and broad-shouldered frame, sharing it with Shasha was already a tight squeeze. Yet in the middle of the night, Shasha had unconsciously wriggled and shoved her way into his arms until, at one point, half his body was left dangling in mid-air.
After finally managing to push her over to the left side, he had barely closed his eyes to doze off for a moment when, for some reason, she drifted right back to the edge of the bed.
Seeing how soundly Shasha was sleeping as she clung to him, however, he let it slide and simply pushed her back toward the left once more, taking the opportunity to pinch the little one's cheek as a form of punishment.
At five in the…
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