"Um..." Chen Yiran, who usually gets up from the bed swiftly at the sound of the alarm clock, surprisingly lay in bed without moving for quite a while, and after thirty seconds, he reached out and turned off the alarm clock.
Tianxin felt that the world had finally regained its peace.
Ten minutes later, Chen Yiran's alarm clock went off again.
Tianxin was finally annoyed by the incessant sound of the music and couldn't help but push Chen Yiran's arm forcefully, saying, "Yiran, your alarm is ringing, hurry up and get up for work!!"
"Um..." Chen Yiran responded extremely reluctantly, then turned over in bed, and finally pushed away the quilt covering him and sat up.
The curtains blocked the window, preventing sunlight from coming through.
His bedroom was still in darkness.
In this darkness, Tianxin's even breathing was exceptionally clear.
