"Yi Bing…?" Huo Ling felt someone moved the book from his hands and he was roused from his light sleep. "You are back?" he asked when he smelled the strong scent of alcohol from the other.
"… en." Yi Bing answered as he placed the book on the coffee table.
Huo Ling fixed his sitting position and rubbed his eyes. He still felt sleepy. He was just reading a book earlier but suddenly he felt his eyelids became heavy. Before he knew it, he suddenly fell asleep. He doesn't know why he would suddenly become sleepy, as he didn't even exhaust his soul or his energy. But, for some reason, he suddenly feel very sleepy. He even let out a yawn, as if his sleep is not enough.
