As the first ray of morning sun penetrated the window and hit the warm bed, the simple and unelaborated furniture showcased the attentiveness of its owner.
Xu Lan was woken up by the blaring of his ringing phone. He mumbled as he picked up the call.
"Hey, Xiao Xu, do you intend on coming to the station? We've already brought Song Xi over." Wang Meng was on the other end of the line with his characteristic bright and jolly voice.
"Hm?" Upon hearing Song Xi's name, Xu Lan flipped over in search of a warm spot. He did not expect to find some cold, empty bedding beside him.
"Bai Wu?" he murmured. Moments later he called out again, but slightly louder this time.
"Hey, Xiao Xu, have you sweet-talked the boy yet? Are you coming or not?" The man's voice was crisp and clear despite them talking over the phone. Xu Lan turned again to his other side and buried his head there.
"Wait, I'll…"
