The morning light slipped through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. You shifted, stretching slightly, only to feel an arm tighten around your waist.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Cheng Xiaoshi mumbled against your shoulder, his voice still thick with sleep.

“I have work,” you sighed, attempting to wiggle free, but he only pulled you closer, burying his face into your neck.

“Mm-mm, no you don’t. Not today,” he murmured, his grip unrelenting. “Stay. Five more minutes.”

“You said that ten minutes ago.”

“Then what’s five more?” he countered, his warm breath tickling your skin.

You groaned in protest, but he only hummed in satisfaction, holding you as if letting go wasn’t an option.