The next day.
Chu Liangxia fiercely punched Feng Ziheng for five minutes in bed after the alarm clock went off.
Attention?! Please!
Utter nonsense!
This beast hadn't had his fill of meat for a week and had turned into a wild animal, leaving her with a sore back and aching waist.
When she woke up in the morning, she knew she was doomed and wished she could tear Feng Ziheng into a thousand pieces to vent her fury.
Feng Ziheng let her soft fists hit him for a while.
Only after she had vented her anger did he cheerfully wrap his arms around her.
"Time to do your makeup."
Scraping her nose with his finger, Feng Ziheng wisely brought Chu Liangxia back to the matter at hand.
"Makeup..." Muttering these words, Chu Liangxia started to panic and rolled out of bed, at the same time throwing open Feng Ziheng's part of the blanket, "If you take less time than me to do your makeup, you..."