Thinking like this, he actually fell asleep while hazily dozing off. When he woke up again, it was already half an hour later.
Jiang Nian jolted awake, springing up directly.
"Gonna be late!"
After pausing for two or three seconds, he found that he wasn't in bed. Beside the sofa, Li Qingrong was propping her head up, watching him.
"It's a holiday."
"Oh, oh, how long did I sleep?" Jiang Nian instinctively looked towards the balcony, relieved that it was still dark outside.
"Half an hour, not quite forty minutes," Li Qingrong said, "I cooked some porridge in the kitchen, do you want to eat something?"
"Alright, there's no rush," Jiang Nian nodded, looking around to see no one else, "Qingqing, are your hands cold?"
Li Qingrong gave him a glance, got up, and went to the kitchen.
"Nope."
The trick failed, and Jiang Nian felt a bit awkward. But soon, he returned to his normal expression, drinking the porridge slowly.
