The next morning, Xia Zhi and her husband were woken up by the alarm.
He Jinnan turned off the alarm, turned around, wrapped his arm around her waist, and gently called her, "Honey, it's time to get up."
"Hmm." Xia Zhi's voice was cool and calm; anyone else would have thought she had been awake for a while. But He Jinnan knew she was still asleep.
He didn't rush her, wanting her to sleep a bit longer. After waiting for about ten minutes, he had no choice but to nudge her again, "Honey, you really need to get up."
"Three more minutes." Xia Zhi replied.
"Alright, I'll go wash up first. When I come back, you have to get up, or you'll be late for work." He Jinnan patted her, then got up.
Just as he left, Xia Zhi's phone rang. Without opening her eyes, she groped under the pillow, answered it, put it to her ear, and asked, "Who is it?"