"Hmm-hmm!"
Zhao Yuqing hummed twice, making a sweet and sticky sound like a cat's purr.
Wang Hao gently pecked Zhao Yuqing's pale forehead and asked, "Yu Qing, are you awake?"
Zhao Yuqing rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked up at Wang Hao.
Then, she stretched out a slender finger and said to Wang Hao in a soft and mushy voice, "Can I sleep for one more minute, please?"
Having said that, without waiting for Wang Hao to reply, she rolled over to find a comfortable position and fell back into a sweet sleep.
Seeing this, Wang Hao's face was covered in embarrassment.
My goodness, is this even possible?
One minute passed.
Ten minutes passed.
An hour passed.
…
As the second hour was about to end, Zhao Yuqing's "one minute" finally concluded.
She let out a yawn, gave Wang Hao a grinning smile, and said, "Good morning!"
Wang Hao shook his numb arms and replied with a wry face, "Miss, the sun is shining on your butt, and you call it early?"
