"Bzzz bzzz bzzz~"
The phone under the pillow suddenly vibrated, gently waking Huang Jun, who was immersed in a dream of playing chess with the God of Sleep.
He slowly opened his eyes, still a little drowsy, and, out of habit, reached under the pillow; his warm palm closed around the phone.
The screen lit up, a soft glow brushing lightly across his face and illuminating his hazy, sleepy eyes.
His gaze focused on the screen, where the 6 a.m. alarm reminder came into view.
"Hoo~"
Huang Jun gently let out a long breath, slid his finger lightly across the screen, and the alarm stopped abruptly, plunging the room back into silence.
He slowly lifted the quilt and sat up in bed, beginning to get dressed.
Today was a special day—Qingqing and Weiwei's birthday—so even though it was Saturday, he got up early without the slightest hint of laziness.
To give these two little angels a surprise, he had decided to personally prepare a special breakfast for them—longevity noodles.
