Early on a weekend morning, as Gu Chen slept in, Anling greeted him with a startling Tian Shi to the face.
A jolt of paralysis shot through him.
Gu Chen shivered, his hand trembling as it fumbled for the Jema Guo on his bedside table.
He popped the fruit into his mouth, chewed with a deadpan expression, and gave Anling a slow nod.
"Thanks for the wake-up call."
Gu Chen had been firm with Anling: practicing Dusu was only to happen under his
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