Gu Yue was forcibly dragged out of deep sleep by an utterly unceremonious shaking and a somewhat shrill call.
"Gu Yue! Wake up! The sun's already roasting your butt!"
The voice was deliberately pitched high and brimming with excessive energy, like a little sparrow chirping away at dawn, eager to share its latest discovery.
Gu Yue frowned groggily, instinctively resisting the disturbance from the outside world. She only wanted to shut out that irritating voice and sink back into painless darkness. She mumbled a vague "Mm," burrowed her head deeper into the pillow, and tried to reclaim the hazy dream that had just been interrupted.
However, the other person clearly had no intention of letting her off. Not only did the voice not lower, it took on a hint of provocative amusement and rose another notch. The words that came out became exceptionally insulting:
"Demon Lord Gu Yue! Get up already! If you don't, you'll sleep so hard that the needle in the back of your hand shifts! Boss, come quick—Gu Yue might need some 'physical' wake-up service!"
The nickname "Demon Lord Gu Yue," coupled with the threat of a "physical wake-up," was like a boulder crashing into a tranquil lake. The last traces of Gu Yue's sleepiness instantly exploded into nothingness, replaced by anger surging upward. She abruptly opened her eyes. There was still a trace of confusion in them, but far more of the sharpness of someone offended. Almost on instinct, she propped herself upright, grabbed the edge of her blanket, and prepared to settle accounts with the culprit.
"Xu Xiaoyan! Are you itching for a beating?! Who gave you permission to call me—"
Her words stopped short.
Because she finally saw who stood beside the bed—Xu Xiaoyan had one hand on her hip and the other carrying