Lyra maintained a persuasive smile, "If you slept well, isn't it time for Uncle Wu to get up now?"
Morris Jackson could easily pick up on her underlying impatience. However, he took delight in teasing her, "Why have you stopped calling me Uncle Chan?"
"Uncle Chan," Lyra sweetly responded.
"Try another address perhaps." Morris' thoughtful expression hinted at his expectation for a more pleasing title.
Lyra realised that no matter how hard she tried to flatter him, act humble or play the damsel in distress, none of them seemed to work on Morris. Like a squirrel whose hackles had been raised, she glared at him incredulously. "Morris Jackson! Get up!" She demanded.
"Hmm?"
Morris agreed with satisfaction, watching her.
Lyra responded, "I said, I need to get up."
"Alright."
Only then did Morris release her wrist and, satisfied, got up.
Free now, Lyra quickly followed suit.
