It was barely dawn, and the balcony curtains were tightly closed, leaving the living room dim.
Buzz, buzz, buzz, the phone's vibrating alarm went off, lighting up the screen with a piercing brightness.
On the sofa, Xu Qingyan found the phone with one hand, deftly shut off the alarm but didn't get up. He half-squinted, took a while to fully wake up and then slowly sat up.
Looking at the time, it was 6:30 in the morning.
He went to the balcony and drew back a corner of the curtain; outside, the rain was still pattering down. Last night's thunder and lightning had persisted into the late night, and he hadn't known how he fell asleep.
Worrying about having to drive in the morning, he had restrained himself from drinking.
He had slept particularly hard this time, even though there had been no sound from the two rooms. Even though this wasn't the first time he had been with the two of them, he still felt nervous.
