Xie Yan felt that he must have owed a debt to Sleepyhead in his previous life, and he could never pay it back in this life.
He squinted and stared at the crack in the ceiling. He had been staring at it for almost twenty minutes, but he couldn't see what the crack looked like - it wasn't because of his imagination, but because his eyelids couldn't hold it anymore and could droop at any time. The sun outside the window was as hot as a brazier. On a June day, it was so hot that the dog would lie under the shade of the tree and stick out his tongue, but Xie Yan was wrapped up tightly in the quilt, leaving his head exposed.
"Five more minutes of sleep..." He muttered, turned over, and buried his face in the pillow.
