The alarm for the afternoon nap turned off and on again, and flocks of birds came and went from the branches, until almost six o'clock, when the sun was setting, he finally got up from the bed in a daze.
After sleeping for nearly four hours, Qingfan felt groggy, and after putting on his shoes, he yawned wearily, feeling even more tired the longer he slept.
He drew back the tightly closed curtains of his room, turned off the air conditioner that had been on all afternoon, and as darkness fell early in autumn and winter, it was already a dim twilight outside, making his bedroom even darker.
"What time is it," Qingfan murmured as he opened the door and left.
The hallway was still pitch-dark, and the door to the master bedroom opposite was still closed, with a chill breeze blowing from the gaps beneath, brushing against Qingfan's feet.
He gently turned the doorknob and peeked inside, making out the silhouettes of five girls lying in bed, showing no signs of getting up.
