Qi Qiao’s Mentor

"Come on, wake up!! It's already noon!" 

Bang bang bang!

"If you don't wake up soon, I'm coming in to drag the two of you out of bed!"

"Wait! I'm naked!" Da Luo let out a terrified scream.

Meiqi wasn't buying it, "Oh please, the two of you sleep naked? Together?"

Hearing Meiqi's voice, Luocheng dragged himself out of his sleepy daze.

Come winter season, mornings became even more difficult. Everyone's biological clock collectively shifted back a few hours, late to bed and late to rise, just to avoid the bitter cold of the Shanghai winter.

In reality, the house wasn't cold, but the feeling of the heater's warm air embracing their cold bones was just too good. They weren't scared of freezing mornings, they were more afraid that their duvets would be too warm.

Meiqi smiled at the group of disheveled men, "I've made you boys lunch, come on, go eat."