The next morning arrived early.
Qiaoqiao woke up particularly early.
Perhaps it was because she had overslept the previous morning and then had a lovely nap for an hour or two after lunch.
Therefore, she awoke around five in the morning.
When she opened her eyes, she realized that she was leaning against Amo, her head resting on his shoulder.
Her long black hair hung against his chest, somewhat disheveled after a night of tossing and turning, but still soft.
She ran her fingers through her hair, sweeping it from Amo's chest to her own body.
Upon doing so, the rustling of her hair strands caused Amo to slowly open his eyes.
Still drowsy, he cast a glance at her, "Qiaoqiao, you're awake?"
"Hmm." She nestles into him, "I didn't sleep much today, you go back to sleep. Later, I'll go wake up Sisi."
Amo glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table — it was just after five in the morning.
He pulled her closer again, "I'm awake. Can't sleep now."
