I jolted awake with a spluttering gasp as a bucket of icy water drenched my face. The shock of the cold snapped me out of my slumber with an involuntary shriek. My eyes shot open, and I blinked furiously, trying to clear the water from my vision.
Before I could fully register what was happening, I leaped out of bed, dripping and furious. "What the hell—?" I spluttered, my voice cracking with shock and anger. I whipped around to face the culprit, and there stood Han Yihong, looking at me without an inch of guilt and a little too pleased with himself.
"Seriously? Is this how you wake someone up? With a bucket of ice water?" I demanded, trying to wring out my damp clothes and could feel water dripping down my back.
Yihong raised an eyebrow and smirked, "It's time to get up. We have things to do."
