The soft, grey light of a lazy Sunday morning filtered through the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled duvet. The apartment was quiet, save for the distant hum of the city slowly waking up. In the center of the big bed, Gu Yangjin was still, her breathing deep and even, one arm tucked under her pillow. She was a picture of peaceful repose, her usually sharp features softened in sleep.
This peace, however, was not destined to last.
A head of messy brown hair popped up from under the covers on Gu Yangjin's side of the bed. Qiao Zhi, who had been awake for at least twenty minutes and had spent that time debating the best way to commence her daily mission of bothering her girlfriend, had finally settled on her plan of attack.
