Li Wenmin thought of all sorts of ways to spook his brother, but he had forgotten the most crucial detail—Li Chenyang was the heaviest sleeper in the family.
"I told you pulling his blanket away won't work!" Li Xueyue groaned, facepalming when Li Chenyang continued to remain asleep.
Li Wenmin proceeded to slap his brother on the face but Li Chenyang didn't even move.
"Is he dead?" Li Wenmin asked.
"I don't think so."
"You think?" Li Wenmin snickered, taking a glance at her. His eyes widened in horror. He had finally noticed what she was wearing.
Grabbing her by the shoulders, he quickly scanned the room. He sighed in relief when he realized that no other men were present. "Gosh, Xiao Yue, who dressed you this morning?! They need a beating!"
"What do you mean?" Li Xueyue asked, shrugging her shoulders. "I dressed myself." She yelped when he tossed a cloak over her.
