Zzz… Zzz… Midnight—Mo Han's bedroom emitted a tiny noise.
Mo Han had always been a light sleeper. Even though the sound in his room was insignificant, it still woke him up. He sat up and looked around him. He could not see anything but he listened closely. The sound seemed to have disappeared again.
He lay down again, still somewhat suspicious. Closing his eyes, he continued to sleep. But within two minutes, he jerked awake when a thought occurred to him. His wide eyes were overcome with shock as he sat up and flung off his entire blanket, peering at the floor next to his bed.
Indeed, as he had guessed, the person lying on the rug—curled in a blanket while sleeping deeply—was none other than the sister of his who had just moved in, Xia Qingyi!
Speechless, he got off his bed and switched on the light in his room. The light immediately filled the entire room. He crossed his arms, frowning, waiting for the person on the floor to wake up.
