Lu Xiaomian stifled a silent yawn and cautiously approached the man on the sofa.
Lu Xiaomian turned off the instrument, her starry eyes watching the man sunk into the sofa. She watched as those tightly closed eyes slowly opened, gradually glowing as they looked at her with slight confusion.
Lu Jinghuai's voice was a bit hoarse, carrying the haziness of just waking up, "Did I fall asleep just now?"
Lu Xiaomian leaned beside the sofa, nodding like a chick pecking at rice, "Yes, my invention works."
Lu Xiaomian patted her silver helmet, talking to herself with technical terms, "I can refine it further, turning the helmet into another form. This Dream Machine originally relies on controlling the frequency of human breathing to deliver sleep suggestions to the brain..."
Lu Xiaomian concluded, "Young Master Lu, you can rely on this machine to sleep from now on, no need to fly all the way from An City to Jiang City."
