Upon waking up, Lian Xinying first noticed the unfamiliar environment.
In a very short time, Lian Xinying understood her situation.
Now that she's abroad, the only familiar face is Yan Ye.
So, driven by her sleepiness, Lian Xinying hugged Yan Ye's waist.
"I want to hold onto your leg!" Lian Xinying's voice was hoarse, with a hint of childishness.
"You've grabbed the wrong place; you're hugging my waist," Yan Ye said, pushing Lian Xinying's fluffy little head with his finger.
Of course, Lian Xinying knew she'd hugged the wrong place, but she didn't want to move.
She just wanted to hold onto Yan Ye and stay still.
"Yan Ye, where are we going to play today?" Lian Xinying's lazy tone seemed like she hadn't fully woken up.
"Today we're going to relax by the sea."
"Oh, I really want to go camping." At that moment, Lian Xinying's mind was wandering, imagining the vast endless starry sky, the countless stars, like a child's big eyes, twinkling in the air.
