Ring... Ring...
In the soft embrace of dawn on the 20th of April, 2023, the serene quiet was shattered by the insistent ring of a phone.
Zhang Wei's brows knotted in irritation, a sentiment echoed in the restless stir of three figures entangled with him under the sheets.
The air, still heavy with the remnants of last night's chaos, held the gentle breathing of Yu Lei, Xie Meirong, and Chen Yulan—each face bathed in the innocent glow of slumber.
The mystery of how Zhang Wei had managed to put them all inside a single quilt naked, within in a single evening was as intriguing as it was scandalous.
The night's adventures, culminating in their return to Qingyun, remained a puzzle.
"Which bastard dares interrupt my sleep?" Zhang Wei grumbled under his breath, extricating himself with care not to disturb the delicate peace of the morning.
He glanced at the caller ID, his eyes narrowing at the unfamiliar number.
