That night, Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin both had sweet dreams.
Waking up naturally from sleep was one of life's great pleasures.
When Luo Ziling woke up, it was 7:30 in the morning. He had gone to bed at 10 o'clock the previous evening and had slept for over nine hours, so he felt full of energy. As soon as he turned over, he heard the sound of a WeChat message—it was from Yang Qingyin. He quickly opened it to read.
"Junior, have you gotten up yet?" The message was followed by several smirk emojis.
Luo Ziling replied with a smile on his face, "Senior, I just woke up and saw your message as soon as I opened my eyes."
"So you've just woken up too?" After a couple of bashful emojis, she added, "I've just woken up myself."
"It seems like Senior had a good dream."
"Didn't you have a good dream?"
"Yes, I did!"
"What did you dream about?"
Reading Yang Qingyin's message, Luo Ziling couldn't resist being mischievous and quickly replied, "I dreamt about Senior."
