Ruan Xining · Chat

It’s another morning of aches and pains. After the alarm clock keeps harassing you, you struggle to open your eyes. Your dead-weight arm is still wrapped around her waist, and she uses all her strength to move it off. Looking at your side profile as you sleep and drool, she pinches your face and yells, "You dead dog!" before kicking you aside and heading off to wash up on her own.