It turned out that none of his "roommates" had fallen asleep.
But although their eyes were full of malice, they remained curled up in bed without moving, seemingly with no intention of attacking again. So Bo Yi quite naturally looked away, pulled up his blanket without the slightest concern, and settled comfortably into bed to squeeze in a little more sleep before time ran out.
Mitian also emerged from his collar, walked from his chest to his shoulder, then stepped onto the pillow beside his ear and crouched down.
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Time ticked by, and the sky outside gradually brightened.
At eight o'clock sharp, a sudden, piercing bell rang throughout the third floor.
Bo Yi, who had been sleeping peacefully in bed, immediately furrowed his brow. Without even opening his eyes, he instinctively grabbed his blanket and pulled it up, trying to cover his ears and block out the shrill noise.
But the relentless ringing stubbornly penetrated the blanket and bored into his ears, as though hammering at his taut nerves again and again. Bo Yi rolled over and irritably buried his face in the pillow.
Something warm and fluffy slowly shuffled over beneath the blanket, and something soft rubbed back and forth against his face.
Disturbed, Bo Yi had no choice but to open his eyes. Perhaps because he had overexerted himself the night before, his body now felt as heavy as if it had been filled with lead. Combined with his lack of sleep, his eyes were full of drowsiness and reluctance.
A small white head stood right in front of his face. The little red beadlike eyes on that head watched him intently. When he opened his eyes, the pigeon gentleman rose from his huddled crouch and abruptly spread his wings-
"Flap, flap..."
He began