The next morning, He Juan woke up when his alarm went off at six and blearily stumbled to the bathroom to drench himself with cold water. The biting chill rained down on him, burning away the last bits of his drowsiness.
"Ah—!" He made a sound like a dying whale while jumping around to regulate his blood flow lest he would end up freezing to death in his own bathroom, clad in nothing but his birthday suit. Only then did he feel like his scattered consciousness had returned to him.
Our Mu Yuze's gay awakening? *cough*
Imagine He Juan with all of his eight packs glory, slightly mussed up long hair, hunky figure, muscular arms, clad only in sweatpants that hung low on his hips—
He Juan, you're a weapon of mass destruction 0.0
And on another note, is it only me and He Juan who like to chew on sugar cubes?? I'd even take granulated sugar as alternative lolol ><