Feng Churui looked at the bed. He lifted the blanket and got up. As he spoke on the phone, he entered the bathroom. “You too, happy new year... It’s so late, why aren’t you sleeping...”
The deep and magnetic voice was completely cut off by the bathroom door. Wu Xuewei bit her lip and resisted the inexplicable sadness in her heart. She forced herself to sleep.
The more she wanted to sleep, the more she could not fall asleep. She was in bed. The mood that she was tossing and turning started to become agitated. The green tea that was sleeping well was awakened by her actions. It meowed in protest.
Wu Xuewei reached out and touched its head. “Green tea, did I wake you up? Alright, Alright. You continue to sleep. I’m not going to turn over, I’m not going to turn over...”
Just as she finished speaking, the bathroom door opened. She heard Feng Churui say to the other end of the phone, “Good night. Have a good dream.”
