At the break of dawn, Bai Ziyan stirred awake, still drowsy.
Suddenly, he leapt up from the sofa.
"Qu Feitai, get the hell out...!"
Qu Feitai walked out of the kitchen, plate in hand, and gave him a disdainful look, "You're awake; scram."
"What... what did you do to me last night?" Bai Ziyan wrapped himself in a blanket, glaring at Qu Feitai as if he'd done something unforgivable.
Qu Feitai rolled his eyes. "Why don't you try acting? Even the best actors would be put to shame by your performance."
Bai Ziyan snorted, hopped off the sofa, and plucked a piece of ham from the plate, tossing it in his mouth. "If you introduce me to a director, I'll act. Perhaps I'll be snatching a Grand Slam in three years and an Oscar in five."
Seeing this, Qu Feitai frowned in disgust and swatted his hand away. "Go brush your teeth."
Bai Ziyan grumbled as he walked into the bathroom. On the washstand, Qu Feitai had already prepared a toothbrush and towel for him.
