"""Little did they realize this voice would awaken Hazel Forest, who opened his eyes squinting and bent over as he sat up to see Violet Don standing in the doorway. As the blanket slid off his torso, the sight of him shirtless was quite tempting—despite spending years in front of the computer, his lean chest clearly had muscles.
Violet always couldn't help but associate his face with her brother's, "Did I wake you up?"
Hazel mumbled an indistinct response, propping his forehead with his hand, fingers threading through his hair. He squinted at Violet, "What time is it now?"
Violet replied dryly, "Morning... It's nine in the morning..."
As soon as she finished speaking, Hazel collapsed back onto his pillow with a clang, instantly returning to sleep mode.
There it was again, the skill of falling asleep in seconds...
Wayne spoke cautiously, "Uncle, do you need to sleep more?"
"Yes, let's go out first."