When the morning sunlight streamed through the window into the bedroom, the first thing Yu Sheng saw upon opening his eyes was four Eileens sprawled all over his bed...
And half his body was already hanging off the edge.
To be fair, a 66.6-centimeter doll didn't take up much space. Even if she could rotate 360 degrees in her sleep, she couldn't wreak too much havoc. But four dolls rolling all over the bed in their sleep were clearly another matter—the little thing could perform more than twenty drunken boxing routines in a single night, occasionally springing up with a flying kick or headbutt. Who could stand that?
Recalling all the punches and kicks he'd taken, Yu Sheng couldn't help sighing. He wondered if casually agreeing to make this little doll a new body had been a mistake. Then, aching all over, he sat up on the edge of the bed. Just as he was about to brush his teeth and wash up, he heard several groggy little doll voices behind him: "Good morning... yawn..." "I dreamed I was fighting someone." "You're up so early today?" "I'm trapped in the blanket! Get me out!"
Yu Sheng sighed helplessly, turned around, and rescued the little thing struggling and writhing inside the blanket. He muttered, "You need to sleep somewhere else. At the very least, spread a few of your bodies out."
Then he was greeted by a four-part chorus of protests—formerly three-part: "Why? Your room is so big, and you still can't spare me a spot..."
"Look at how many bodies you have now!" Yu Sheng glared. "Even with the bedside table, my bed isn't big enough for you to mess around on! I nearly had to sleep on the floor this morning!"
Only then did the four Eileens look around.