"Wake up!" Shen Jiyu said as he opened the curtain allowing the warm light of the sun to envelope the dark room.
Nian Zhen's eyes blinked open and he looked at the Alarm clock in front of him; with a voice full of sleep he murmured, "7'o clock? Lu Yan, are you possessed?"
Shen Jiyu rolled his eyes. After six months, he had already learned a lot about Nian Zhen and how the other was a bed hoarder. He really hated to get out of the bed in the morning and took about two hours to finally wake up.
He walked up to the bed and pulled the blanket away, flinging it to the nearby chair.
"Today is the day I will shoot my first movie. Should you not be there?"
Nian Zhen groaned into his pillow. Hell, this person was the personification of hell. He just wanted to have a nice sleep, was that too much to ask? Sometimes, he felt that Shen Jiyu hated him and loved to punish him.
"That is by 2 pm."
