After a sound sleep filled with pleasant dreams, Rong Yan awoke to find that Estelle's relentless calls had rung seven or eight times already.
Groggily rubbing her messy hair and grabbing her phone, Rong Yan sat up in bed and brought the phone to her ear, "Hello, Estelle."
"You're still not up?" Hearing her muzzy, hoarse voice, Estelle guessed she was still in bed.
As Rong Yan sat up, her arm skin brushed against the early morning air, giving her goosebumps, and she became a tad more alert. Supporting her forehead, she switched on the light to check the time on her phone.
Damn, it's already 10 a.m.!
She had overslept!
Rong Yan swiftly became more awake, "I'm getting up right now."
She remembered there was a photoshoot for a magazine layout today and wondered if she would be late starting now.
"Estelle, have you already reached downstairs?" she said while setting her phone on speaker and placing it to the side to start getting dressed.
