"When exactly do you plan to sleep? We have to catch the Shinkansen to Osaka tomorrow."
While Ren Suo was surrendering himself downstairs, the bedroom on the second floor was buzzing with activity.
In the bedroom, Qiao Muyi lay on her side on the large bed, supporting her head with an arm, and gently complained.
Next to Qiao Muyi, Dong Chengling was asleep. Her hands rested on her lower abdomen, her legs together without leaving a gap, and even the towel blanket covering her was meticulously neat—a textbook example of a sleeping posture.
Among all the travelers, perhaps only Dong Chengling was qualified to criticize Lin Xianyu's sleeping posture.
Dong Chengling's eyes were closed as she slightly parted her rosy lips. "I am already asleep."
Qiao Muyi couldn't help but chuckle, touching Dong Chengling's cheek. "Are you really asleep?"
No response.
She poked Dong Chengling's slender waist.
No response.
Then she tickled the soles of Dong Chengling's feet.
No response.
