The large white bed was there, with the window cracked open, and under the gentle breeze, the light, thin canopy swayed like a jellyfish.
Jiutiao Meijie's long hair spread out, her irresistibly adorable body slightly curled up, the blanket on her chest heaving with her quiet breathing.
After a while, she turned over in her sleep, her hair pulling painfully.
She didn't even open her eyes as she raised her hand to swat at the other side of the bed, but she only hit the soft blanket.
Squinting for a while longer, Jiutiao Meijie sat up, yawning, the blanket sliding down, her new nightgown all wrinkled, and the thread on the chest button had even come undone.
This was the second nightgown from yesterday, supposedly for sleeping, but it still fell victim to some rough handling.
The person who had messed up her clothes was gone now, it had been her who accidentally pressed down on her own long hair.
