Ye Xingbei clicked her tongue: "Isn't he sleepy?"
"Not sleepy," Gu Junzhu said: "As soon as the alarm rings, he jumps up like he's on a caffeine rush."
Ye Xingbei laughed, suddenly recalling her childhood: "When I was a kid, my family was poor, and the village was poor too. There was nothing tasty or fun, but sometimes my brother would sell mountain goods and earn some money, hide it, and secretly tell me he would take me to the town market the next day. I'd be so excited that I couldn't sleep, always waking up, and the next day I'd wake up early."
"Yeah, all kids are like that," Gu Junzhu tenderly touched her cheek: "I wish I had known you earlier."
He had never lacked money.
If he had known Ye Xingbei when she was a child, he surely would have treated her like a princess from the beginning.
"It's not too late to know me now," Ye Xingbei said, holding his neck: "Right now, I'm quite worried about my brother. I don't know how he's doing."
