"Hey, bad boy… Wake up… Wake up… You cruel Little Boy…"
Song Qincheng's face was blushing a crimson. She tried to push Chen Xiaobei's head away from her chest but she had no strength after drowned herself in booze last night.
When she finally managed lift his head a little, it suddenly slipped from her hands and the youth simply plunged right back into her cleavage. As her chest jiggled wildly, Chen Xiaobei was jolted awake.
"Earthquake! Earthquake! Where are you, Song Qincheng!? I'll protect you!!!"
Chen Xiaobei raised his head in panic only to find her giggling. He quickly realized that it was no tremor he felt – it was the swaying of her ample bosom.
"Bad boy! Wake up already!" Song Qincheng exclaimed in embarrassment.
"Me, bad boy? You called me Chopper and insisted on hugging me to sleep… How is it my fault?" Chen Xiaobei pouted and looked away.
