"Whimper—"
Not even eight o'clock in the morning, the little fox who had just slept for less than four hours opened his eyes, stood on the bed, stretched his front paws forward, lifted his butt, and had a long lazy stretch.
"What are you doing so early and not sleeping?" After finishing his stretch, Ansheng fell back onto the bed, turned over, and looked at Yu Xueqing who was bustling about.
Mo Yiqing, a fellow night owl, sat on the edge of the bed, dressed in a black lace-trimmed underwear, looking dazedly at Yu Xueqing rummaging through the cabinets:
"What are you looking for so early in the morning?"
"That thing! You forgot? Tomorrow then it's me, then Lingren and Tang You." Yu Xueqing said, somewhat embarrassed: "Besides, you two should hurry and get up; we need to leave soon."
"It's the summer weekend now; it's hard to book seaside rooms. If we can't check in at ten in the morning, the hotel might not hold our room."
