Xia Qingyi patted his face. "Hey… Older brother… Don't sleep… Let's reach the bedroom before you sleep okay…?"
Mo Han did not reply as he leaned on her thin shoulders with his entire body weight. Without a choice, Xia Qingyi supported his waist with a hand and placed his arm around her shoulders, trying to pull him towards his bedroom.
"Can you use some energy… to walk forward… you're very heavy…" Xia Qingyi nagged.
They had only walked a small distance and she was already panting tiredly. When they were passing by the sofa, Xia Qingyi was not paying attention to where she was walking as she looked up to glance at Mo Han. Suddenly, she tripped over something unknown and they fell towards the sofa.
The sofa at home had armrests, which were what Xia Qingyi's waist had bumped into. Her upper body fell onto the soft sofa.
