The first rays of dawn broke through the distance, revealing the first light of day.

The morning light, like melting silver foil, sneaked in through the gaps in the curtains, slanting out the dust particles suspended in the air.

When Chaochao, who had just had a good night's sleep, opened her eyes, Jiang Chi had just finished getting ready and walked out of the washroom area.

He saw the sleepy little dumpling slowly sit up, proudly occupying the center of the big bed with its messy hair, and lazily yawning.

"You're awake. How did you sleep last night?"

Jiang Chi casually placed his water glass on the coffee table and asked a question in a relaxed and calm manner.

You can't detect any guilt in your voice.

How did you sleep?

The little dumpling had its eyes half-open, one hand touching its messy hair as it tried to turn on the computer, while the other hand skillfully and slowly pulled down its pajamas to cover its little belly.

Shh, be quiet, she's grilling.

In my dream, I seemed to be a delicious little burrito ten, twenty, or thirty times, and I also ate a lot of fresh and healthy vegetables. After that, I don't remember much. I think I slept quite well.

Looking back now, I was a little nervous when I first became crispy pork belly.

It's best to have fewer dreams like that.

She found herself feeling a little dizzy from the burrito.

Next time, I must mention it more to Grandpa Zhou (the Duke of Zhou).

After thinking it over, the little dumpling nodded in approval. The still-soft, milky dumpling was completely fluffy.

"Okay, that's good..."

After replying to Jiang Chi, she lowered her head, touched the blanket covering her, and then looked around the room, a confused expression slowly appearing on her face.

"...Why am I sleeping here?"

"Where's Daddy?"

Jiang Chi: "..."

You just realized that?

She even woke up once during the session.

The young man sighed almost silently, then raised his eyebrows and began to make up a story with a nonchalant expression: "Oh, you were sleepwalking last night, insisting on sleeping with your brother and wanting him to hold you, so your uncle had no choice but to let you come over."

Now it was Chaochao's turn to be silent: "..."

The little dumpling with messy hair on the bed stared at him silently for a while before muttering somewhat resentfully, "Brother, you're clearly the little pig..."

Hmph, do you really think she's a little fool?

She doesn't sleepwalk; she's the best sleeping baby.

Slander! It's blatant slander!

Realizing that he seemed to be secretly looked down upon by a certain dumpling, or perhaps having heard the key words, even Jiang Chi, who was somewhat thick-skinned, finally couldn't help but raise his hand to his lips and cough lightly to cover up his embarrassment.

"...Okay, I'll stop teasing you."

“Your father had to go on a business trip and left in the middle of the night.”

He carried her and her beloved sleeping companions to his room in the middle of the night, "..."

Jiang Chi opened the wardrobe door and glanced at her with a slightly puzzled look.

"Didn't your uncle tell you?"

I think I've said that before...

Chaochao, with her hands covering her head, seemed a little downcast.

She hasn't even said goodbye to her dad yet.

Jiang Chi, who was picking out clothes, heard the little dumpling's voice.

"Brother, do you know where Daddy works?"

Jiang Chi frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping critically over the coat in his hand. It seemed to be a gift from some brand. He casually replied, "Paris, what's wrong?"

He clicked his tongue lightly, and finally hung the clothes back up. He didn't see the little dumpling behind him, who was sticking her bottom out to get her phone watch from the bedside table, suddenly stop.

As Jiang Chi finished picking out his clothes and turned around, the little dumpling, who had been muttering to himself, finally put down his raised little feet and looked down at his fingers: "Brother Yu Shen said it was five... six... or seven hours...?"

The little girl, deeply engrossed in a math problem, sadly lost a hair. She glanced at the bright sunlight outside the French windows and slowly put her watch back.

"It should still be dark outside, and Daddy is still sleeping..."

And she, too, was about to get up and see her long-lost friends!

With renewed energy, Chaochao rolled out of bed.

Jiang Chi sighed, resignedly bent down and picked up the small slippers placed on the other side of the bed, circled them halfway around and placed them next to her feet.

"You really don't want me to help you wash up?"

Jiang Chi put down his slippers, tilted his head, and smiled as he spoke.

Chao Chao returned his gaze with a look, "I can do it myself."

After all these days, you still don't understand me?!

She asked suspiciously, "Brother, you're acting strange today."

Could it be... that someone secretly switched her brother while she was asleep and her dad wasn't around?

Jiang Chi's smile faltered slightly, then he let out a cold, mocking laugh.

"What's strange? It looks strangely good, doesn't it? Okay, I understand. Go wash your face now."

As Chaochao was being pushed towards her room, she finally showed a relieved smile.

That matches up, it's definitely her brother.

possible--

Chaochao stood on the small stool in front of the washbasin, squeezed toothpaste onto the soft toothbrush, and thought seriously for a while.

I think I was just having an attack of my illness.