Little Xixi stumbled her way to the bedside, lifting the blanket with one hand.
Seeing Wen Zao still motionless, Little Xixi climbed onto the bed directly. She was so anxious that she didn't even take off her slippers and straddled Wen Zao's body, her tiny hands scratching at his chest incessantly.
"Brother, wake up, wake up and look at Xixi! Wake up and tell Xixi a story! You said you wouldn't leave Xixi behind! We pinky swore—you can't break your promise! You lied to Xixi, you're a puppy, a puppy!"
After coming home, Wen Zao had first taken a shower, changed into white pajamas, and even checked on Xixi. But seeing the little one sleeping soundly, he couldn't bear to wake her.
So he returned to his bedroom and went to bed.
Perhaps it was exhaustion from an entire day of mental tension and overexertion, but Wen Zao fell into a particularly deep sleep.
Even Xixi's initial cries went unheard.
