Good Morning, Boyfriend
Dazzling sunlight filtered in through the narrow gap in the curtains, casting a dim glow onto two pairs of feet entwined beneath the intimate embrace of the blanket. Soft rhythms of deep breathing waved through the air, interlaced with the melodious trill of birdsong outside the window, when all of a sudden, the tranquility was shattered by the sound of a phone ringing.
The volume was not loud at all, yet at the moment, the ringtone sounded like an ear-splitting siren that pierced through the hazy fog in Shen Nianzu's mind.
His brows knitted, and his cream colored lashes fluttered wildly like delicate glass butterflies on the brink of flight. Alas, the force gluing his eyelids together was so heavy that he couldn't bring himself to open his eyes. Moreover, his entire body felt as heavy as lead as if an oppressive mountain had settled upon him, rendering him too lazy to even move a finger.