With her eyes closed, she reached out her little hand and groped around, finally grabbing a soft piece of clothing before falling into a deep sleep again.

Unconsciously, the fabric in my hand seemed to turn into water and flow away. A voice came from the far, far away clouds, ethereal and dreamlike, like an enlightenment from the golden palace of heaven.

Baby, you are a little pig...

Everyone else who approaches you, except me, wants to turn you into crispy pork belly... rolled into a pancake and eaten...

Stay away from them...

Further away...

point……

The divine teachings were recited again and again.

When Chaochao opened her eyes again, she suddenly found herself lying flat on a huge jade plate, with stacks of shredded radish and cucumber as tall as a person next to her... Then the world began to spin, and she, the refreshing shredded vegetables, and the spicy cumin powder were all rolled up together.

It rolled around once... twice... three times...

"Stop rolling... I'll confess... I'll confess everything..."

Chaochao shook her head twice in a daze, then opened her eyes again and breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that she was finally not wrapped in a mask.

A sliver of pure white moonlight streamed in through the gap in the curtains, faintly illuminating a corner of the room, like sprinkled frosting on a delicious tiramisu.

Chaochao squinted, trying to make out the smooth, three-dimensional features of the young man in front of her, and asked blankly, "...Brother?"

"Yes, I'm here."

Jiang Chi lay on his side, propping his head up, and patted the blanket covering her.

"oh……"

She wanted to ask where her father had gone.

But she was so sleepy that her eyelids were drooping, and she wished she could fall asleep in a second. Suddenly she remembered that Jiang Chi was lying next to her.

"..."

The little dumpling used all its strength to open its eyes.

"elder brother?"

"Um?"

"Did you turn on the heater in your room?"

That's why she felt so hot, as if she had really turned into a piece of grilled pork belly, and in her dream she even secretly took several bites of the cucumber shreds next door.

Jiang Chi, suddenly attacked by his lost memories: "..."

Ha, you know this thing is really hot.

"Not open."

The young man suppressed his urge to continue arguing with the little girl, and lightly covered her eyelids with his cool fingers.

Go to sleep.

About half a minute later, feeling the little dumpling's long, even breaths brushing against his palm, he slowly removed his hand—

Then he turned to the side and picked up the phone that was face down on the side of the bed.

Even with the phone screen brightness turned down to the lowest setting, a recently viral pet video is still faintly visible, playing on a silent loop.

Jiang Chi swiped his finger to exit the video app, then closed his eyes and lay down.

The quiet, dimly lit room seemed veiled by a thin gauze, and a low, husky voice, barely audible, revealed a hint of laughter.

"good evening."