Some weekends, Lu Han wakes up to a lens pointed at his face.

“Good morning,” Lu Han mumbles, offering a lazy smile to the man behind the camera. His voice is still dry from drowsiness, and he’s still blinking sleep away from his eyes.

“Good morning,” Kris replies. “You look cute when you’re asleep.”

“You say that every morning,” Lu Han blows a playful kiss at the lens, promptly curling up against the blankets afterwards. “It sounds just as creepy as it did yesterday.”

Kris chuckles and he sets his camcorder down on the nightstand beside him, letting it continue to record them.

Truth be told, Kris probably has tons of SD cards filled with just morning cuddle scenes of him and Lu Han.

And Lu Han is okay with that.