The sun's rays are glorious as they peek in through the open curtains― waking you from your dreamless slumber with a gentle touch.

There's a small grunt when you try to move out of arms that clutch you, and they bring you in closer, a soft exhale tickling your cheek as Xiao presses his nose against you.

"Five more minutes," he sighs so sweetly, still groggy from sleep― pressing a lingering kiss on your cheek before he draws you in even closer, as if he refuses to let even an atom not touch. He's tired from the previous day, and you notice the heavy bags underneath his eyes as he mumbles incoherent words of endearment.

He's worked hard― and today, he just wants to relax with you, and forget about the insistent sounds of buzzing needles and painful groans. Modern life requires hard work, and it's burning him out― like water dulling down a burning fire.