When Song Jia woke up, she saw Wu Zhang sitting next to her, working on his laptop. The sun rays were falling directly on his right profile, adding a golden tint to his skin and disheveled pitch black hair. She wasn't completely awake and seeing him first thing in the morning, she thought she was amidst a sweet dream. She got closer to him, pulled out her hand from the duvet and took away his laptop. Wu Zhang looked at her amused and a warm smile spread across his face, seeing her sleepy face. Before he could speak, she placed her head on his lap, wrapped her arm around his lap and went to sleep again.
Wu Zhang chuckled and combed his fingers through her softly curled hairs. He was still lost in the moment, when the woman on his lap lifted her head with a frown on her face, eyes closed and slapped him not so lightly on his morning boner. "What are you poking in my face?"
Wu Zhang "..."
