"These two people, really, won't let anyone have peace early in the morning." Wei Shuxian yawned and said to you, "Now it's just the two of us single dogs left."
Before you could say anything, Wei Shuxian's phone also fucking rang: "Ooh, the first time I, taking your hands, don't know where to look with my eyes…"
Wei Shuxian picked up his phone with a puzzled face, but when he saw that the call was from Wang Xiaohan, he froze for at least three seconds. Then he pressed the answer button vigorously and said with a slightly trembling voice, "Uh... hello? Yeah, yeah, I'm free... okay, okay, I'll be right there."
The moment he hung up the phone, Wei Shuxian threw off the covers. He, who habitually slept shirtless, was now bare-chested as he hummed an Italian opera, beginning to dress and tidy himself up.
The whole process took seven minutes and sixteen seconds, damn it, without repeating a single line — even after he left, that bird-like humming was still echoing in your head.
