Xian Yu's heart was itching as he read. He had called his Little Sister to resolve his doubts, but when he heard Murong Qiao's sleepy voice, he realized that the time he called was not right.
"What are you doing now?" he asked quickly, guiltily, pushing the questions aside in his mind.
"I just finished writing my drafts," Murong Qiao said honestly.
Xian Yu looked at the time. It was already 11 p.m.
At home, Murong Qiao usually fell asleep at ten. Xian Yu was a little annoyed at himself for calling at this time, but he didn't forget to urge Murong Qiao to sleep.
"Then quickly go to sleep." Xian Yu didn't mention the novel again.
He decided to put those questions aside as his Little Sister's sleep was more important. At the thought that she wouldn't be able to sleep well because of him, Xian Yu instantly felt guilty.
"I want to sleep. The male lead…" Murong Qiao said in a daze. She was so sleepy that she couldn't speak a complete sentence.
