Dawn.
As the first rays of sunlight illuminated Bamboo Whitaker's bed, Julius Reed yawned lazily.
He got up, washed his face, brushed his teeth.
Next to him, Bamboo Whitaker's eyes were darkened with weariness, her hair disheveled.
Her fists clenched tightly together.
She was on the verge of murder.
Kicked out to sleep where?
Naturally, Julius Reed would never sleep on a couch.
Aragon, after all, must maintain his dignity.
He simply decided to sleep in Bamboo Whitaker's room.
The poor girl, tormented by deafening snores, struggled to fall asleep, wanting to kick Julius awake.
But upon reflection, she didn't dare.
She could only play with her cellphone all night, furiously tapping through games.
However, she kept losing, and in the end, Bamboo got so angry she smashed her cellphone.
Without a cellphone, she could only silently count sheep.
Counting and counting, only to be interrupted by Julius Reed's snoring.
Then, she started over again.