Chapter 91: A Cup of Soy Milk, Two Fried Dough Sticks

The darkest hour is just before the dawn, and as time progressed, the eastern sky gradually showed its belly white, bringing more light into the room. The air conditioner hummed as it blew cool air, which had been set to a comfortable temperature before bed but now felt somewhat cold.

"Ding-ling bang-jee ka..."

The jarring alarm rang out, and Qin Guanglin had not even opened his eyes before his hand swiftly reached out to turn it off, only then did he feel a heavy weight upon him.

He Fang clung to him like an octopus, as if holding onto a large pillow. Startled by the alarm but still not awake, she merely furrowed her brow and hummed unhappily twice, rubbing her leg against him and tightening her embrace.

"…"

Qin Guanglin stared at the ceiling, bewildered for a moment, before remembering that He Fang was sleeping in his room.