"Wake up. We're about to go upstairs." Mo Han came down and walked to the car door on the side that Xia Qingyi was sitting. He did not know if he should laugh or cry, seeing her fall asleep again. He looked down at her, rapping on the car window. "Xia Qingyi, get down now!"
Xia Qingyi jerked awake once more. She looked at Mo Han, who looked slightly angry, with half-opened eyes. She felt as though her body was slowly sinking into a mud paddy that was so soft she could not feel anything. Lethargy invaded her, and she completely forgot the situation she was currently in.
"I'm sleepy, brother. Just let me sleep for a while." The voice was barely audible, as though it was coming from a long way off.
