Lunch is ready.
The round table was just big enough to fit the family, Yang Fan, the only man, sandwiched between four women.
Although there were quite a few people, and the atmosphere was lively, Yang Fan always felt something was missing.
Thinking carefully, he realized the missing part was Wei Juan, who was no longer there.
She had moved to the village headquarters, and Yang Fan's bed lost its warmth at night.
After a bustling lunch, Yang Fan went back to his room.
He had been too rough with Pan Xiaoxia last night, causing his back to ache slightly, mainly because he hadn't gotten enough sleep.
He wanted to take a nap.
Just as he was sleeping hazily, he suddenly felt something poking his ear and something like a tail sweeping across his nose.
Comfortably asleep, Yang Fan had no desire to open his eyes and waved his hand dismissively.
But instead of stopping, the thing got even more energetic.
"Stop it!" Yang Fan murmured and turned over.
