"Come, I will feed you." (Revised)

As the soft sun rays seeped through the ceiling-to-wall windows, the persons lying on the bed moved slightly. 

The vibrating cell phone on the soft carpet was ignored by both parties. It soon stopped moving and the light of the screen dimmed. 

Qie Xieling opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling in a daze. The slight throbbing at his temples had him turning over to sleep on his side. 

When he pulled the quilt and rolled over his eyes fell on the back of the person sleeping beside him. His eyes twitched trying to think about what happened last night. The last thing he remembered was taking so many shots and Bo Ailun's mother calling. 

After that, everything was blank. He half sat up and pulled down the quilt a little. When he saw Luo Muchen's sleeping face, he was a little relieved. He vowed to never drink like that otherwise next time he won't be so lucky.