A little past eleven, Qin Mu's phone rang.
But because she didn't sleep well last night, she was catching up on sleep in the morning. When she heard the phone ring, her temples throbbed with pain. With effort, her gentle arm reached out from the blanket, found the phone without even lifting her eyes, and answered: "Hello?"
"Still not awake?"
Mu Yichen frowned.
There was sudden silence on the other end, almost half a minute went by before a sound was heard.
"Oh! No, I'm not!"
The weak response was clearly a lie.
Mu Yichen also paused for a moment, then spoke again: "Huanhuan and Chengcheng want to visit you for Christmas, can you spend time with them?"
"They want to come? Yes, I do, I do!"
Qin Mu's voice suddenly perked up. Mu Yichen somehow felt she must have just sat up from bed, probably not fully awake yet.
"Then make some preparations, they'll come over before Christmas Eve and have to return after Christmas Day."
