She woke up at the break of dawn to the distant crowing of a rooster stretching herself lazily.
The phone was dead again.
Xie Yuan had been reciting poetry to lull her to sleep last night, and she had no idea when the call had disconnected.
She plugged in her phone to charge it and picked up her cup and toothpaste to go out and brush her teeth and wash her face.
As soon as she opened the door, she ran right into Zhuo Hang, who was loitering outside.
The kid's silver hair was particularly glaring in the sunlight.
Apparently just woken up, he still had a few stray hairs sticking up on his head.
He was about to say something, but his gaze shifted downward to Su Miaomiao, and his face turned red all of a sudden.
"You, you, why aren't you wearing any clothes?"
"Huh? Isn't this?"
Looking down at herself, Su Miaomiao saw that she was indeed in pajamas, complete with a long-sleeved top and pants.
