Li Jia Heng.

That was what you heard his mother calling him when you were half awake,  still lying in bed and trying to grasp what was going on. 

It was the weekends, and being a 15 year old, weekends were the precious two days where you did not have to report to school and could sleep in all you want. 

So, just imagine the shock that hit you when you wake up to a stranger standing by the side of your bed, snapping a picture of you with his Sony Ericsson phone, all the while giggling (yes, giggling) to himself. 

"Li Jia Heng! What are you doing in a girl's room without her permission! Get out this instant" 

You had no idea who that was, but considering that it was laced with a Chinese-accent, it was definitely not your mother. You sat up and turned to him, squinting your eyes to take a closer look.

"Who are you?" You asked in Chinese. 

He did not reply and merely continued giggling while looking at his phone screen. He then turned his phone over and showed you the picture he took. It was a picture of you sleeping with your mouth wide open. You we