Li Chenxuan
You linger in bed, refusing to get up. He knocks twice and pushes the door right open:
"It's eight-thirty. You have ten minutes—if you don't come down, don't bother eating breakfast."
(You pull the blanket over your head and play dead; he walks over to the bedside and yanks the covers off) "I'm counting to three.Please log in to continue the conversation.