Xia Wennan slept till the sun came up. These days, he always sleeps late and rises early, with nothing but work on his mind. His slumber had rarely been restful—yet he’d had a good night’s rest last. He woke up muddle-headed this morning, unsure of where he was. And then he saw Ming Luchuan lying beside him. Ming Luchuan was already awake, but he remained in bed. Startled, Xia Wennan flinched back. “Why are you here?” “Didn’t you invite me here?” Ming Luchuan sat up, the blanket slipping down his body and revealing a bare torso. “Really? I don’t recall,” Xia Wennan began another round of bullshit while remembering what had transpired the night before. After the night he went to bed with Ming Luchuan, Xia Wennan still habitually slept in his own room. Seeing Ming Luchuan’s face when he woke up first thing in the morning still made him feel a little apprehensive. He lifted off the covers, climbed out of bed, picked up his clothes that had been discarded nearby, and hurriedly put them on. “What are you doing?” Ming Luchuan asked. “Going back to work,” said Xia Wennan.
“And what’s the matter with that?” Xia Wennan had already pulled his pants on. He froze and turned to face Ming Luchuan. “Just because you refuse to rest, does that mean your staff won’t need it?” said Ming Luchuan. Xia Wennan briefly hesitated. Ming Luchuan tore away the covers and sat on the edge of the bed, proceeding to put on his clothes. “Did you notify them about working today?” The author has something to say: Xia Wennan was taken aback. “Wow. Turns out I own a car—I would’ve completely forgotten if you hadn’t said anything.” Sorry, the one who actually forgot is the author.