113 Second World: Sweet Confession From A Cutie

Wen Qinxi was forcibly dragged out of hibernation by the constant notifications pinging on his communicator. "Ah, why the fuck," he swore with only his dishevelled hair peeping out of the quilt. He lazily stretched his right hand out of the quilt feeling around for that irritating thing making ping noises. But before he could even find it, Jolie spoke up first.

"It's the Empress, she wants you to get ready and join the dinner party. Boss you have to wake up as the Marshal will be attending as well," said the system wishing it could push him out of bed.