Xia Qing finally managed to change his clothes and was just about to get up when a pair of large hands suddenly wrapped around his waist.
Those hands pulled Xia Qing straight onto the bed.
Xia Qing rested the back of his right hand lightly against his forehead, shielding his eyes from the glaring light directly overhead.
He was so tired. Xia Qing had taken this fashion show especially seriously, starting preparations a week ago. He had also gotten up early that morning specifically to confirm the schedule, and twenty hours had passed since then.
So sleepy. So very sleepy.
Unable to fight off his drowsiness, Xia Qing slowly closed his eyes.
The next morning, Pei Ming's eyelids fluttered as his head throbbed.
Rubbing his temples, Pei Ming slowly opened his eyes.
As soon as his vision cleared a little, he saw Xia Qing in his arms, his back turned toward him.
Pei Ming stared blankly at Xia Qing's fair, slender neck.
Coming to his senses, Pei Ming hurriedly lifted his blanket to take a look.
Disappointed, Pei Ming lowered the blanket again. Fully dressed, huh.
Pei Ming had completely forgotten how he had acted up the night before. Remembering the scene he had witnessed in the dressing room yesterday, he looked sadly at Xia Qing sleeping beside him.
Pei Ming carefully got out of bed, went to the kitchen to make breakfast, then wrote a note and stuck it on the door.
At ten that morning, Xia Qing opened his eyes and stared straight ahead, taking quite a while to fully wake up.
Xia Qing sat up and looked beside him. Pei Ming was already gone.
Feeling the dryness in his throat, Xia Qing got out of bed and left the room. Pei Ming had probably already left.
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