The next day.
Sunday.
As Lin Yuan got up, he met Lin Yao who had just come back from outside, her hand always leading the spirited Antarctica.
Big Yaoyao complained: "Brother has been sleeping a lot lately, these past few days it's Antarctica who's been walking me!"
Lin Yuan: "..."
Still the aftermath of the seven-day burst of the Shadow comic.
He had recently been napping a bit more each day than usual to make up for the lost sleep.
This in turn meant he had no time to walk the dog, so he had to let other people in the house help.
"Time for breakfast."
Sister Lin Xuan called out.
On her Sunday off, she took over cooking for mom.
Mom, on the other hand, took advantage of the rare rest to sit on the sofa watching the news.
The older folks always seemed to like to turn up the TV volume.
