Upon waking, he felt a moment of disorientation, not knowing what evening it was. He rubbed his head groggily as he sat up and, in a swift movement, his gaze met with Fourth Brother's deep and dark eyes.
Liang Haoming sat cross-legged on the floor, looking expressionlessly at his fifth brother, Liang Yuening, who was on the bed.
After a moment of stupefaction, Yue Ning glanced down at the bed plank beneath him and then at Fourth Brother, who retained his expressionless face. He was somewhat puzzled in his heart; how did he end up lying here?
"Yue Ning."
"Ah?"
Fourth Brother suddenly turned his head away, "Your sleeping posture is terrible!"
As usual, he appeared cold and frosty, but why did Yue Ning feel like there was a hint of disdain in Fourth Brother's demeanor?
His lips twitched slightly.
