Shun was in a bad mood.
He did not like being woken up in the morning. He did not have a problem with the morning itself. He did not mind early hours, even on gloomy days during winter.
But he did not like the reason he was awake.
"I do not want to exercise. I feel fine. There is no need for me to suffer." He covered himself with the thick duvet, not even leaving his head out.
Wang Che did not allow him to hide again. He pulled the covers from Shun without mercy. He knew that if he did not deal with Shun strictly, he would not do anything productive. He would spend the whole day in bed, snacking and watching cartoons.
It was like he had regressed into a child.
"Fine, whatever." Shun stood from the bed. "We will see how long the next physiotherapist will last."
