When Zhang Xiaohu woke up in the morning, the first thing he saw was the magnified face of someone staring at him intently, eyes still crusty from sleep.
Startled and without taking a good look at who it was, Zhang Xiaohu hastily moved backward. After creating some distance, he realized it was his little brother, Zhang Xiaohua, supporting his chin with his hands, giving him an amused look. Zhang Xiaohu quickly touched his face and rubbed his eyes, asking, "Do I have something on my face?"
"Not on your face," Zhang Xiaohua laughed, "but there is something on your mouth."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaohu involuntarily touched his mouth and said bewilderedly, "How is that possible?"
Instead of answering his question directly, Zhang Xiaohua changed the subject, "Second Brother, what dreams were you having last night?"
"Dreams?" Zhang Xiaohu furrowed his brow, "I don't remember having any dreams."
