"Xuan'er, be good, don't make a fuss. Your sister seldom gets a day off; let her sleep in."
Having her ear painfully pinched, Su Qingluo helplessly turned over and continued to sleep.
"Sister, get up. Xuan'er's tummy is hungry, I want to eat."
The little cutie was not happy, rubbing his sister's shoulder persistently and urging her to get up.
With her head aching from his noise, Su Qingluo wailed and sat up. Seeing the little troublemaker, she suddenly pulled the quilt over to cover the annoying little sticky fellow.
"Whimper."
With a sudden darkness in front of him, the little cutie was frightened and pursed his lips, wanting to cry. His small arms and legs flailed about inside the quilt.
"Ha ha ha."
Laughing heartily, Su Qinglu crossed the room to fetch her washbasin and went out to the well to fetch water and wash her face.
