Time rewinds.
Rewinding to around five in the morning.
In the hotel's presidential suite.
The room is dimly lit and silent.
"Ring ring~ Ring ring~"
The phone alarm rings again, echoing in the tidy bedroom, but no one reaches out to hit the pause button.
"Mmm~"
A faint sound suddenly comes from the bed; the light blanket slowly rises like a small mound.
The edge of the blanket opens a crack, and a white arm as flawless as jade emerges, groping around blindly, missing a few times before grabbing the phone on the bedside table and swiping to forcibly pause the alarm.
The other arm also emerges from the gap, and together the two slender and fair hands tug at the sheet, creating creases as if trying to pull the soft body inside the blanket out.
Then there is no more movement.
After about two more minutes, the "small mound" shifts slightly, gradually rising, the blanket slipping down, first revealing the sleek black-haired crown, then the stunning face, the fragrant shoulder...
