When Chaochao sneaked back to the door, Jiang Chi had already taken a shower and was lying on the bed with his back to her.

Chaochao slowly pushed open the door, then took a deep breath, puffed out her cheeks like a little pufferfish, and picked up the fan in one go.

Heave-ho, heave-ho, Chaochao is a strongman!

The little dumpling sneaked into the room step by step, stopped three or four meters away from the bed, and then quietly put the fan down.

After completing this step, Chaochao's short arms and legs were trembling like instant noodles.

Whew—so tired—

It'll be finished very soon!

Brother, you don't need to be afraid of the heat!

After completing his self-reflection and mental preparation, Chaochao was full of fighting spirit as he plugged in his new phone.

As soon as it was plugged in, the little dumpling stood behind the fan like an expert, observing the angle. "No, no, it'll give me a headache if the fan blows directly on my head."

She immediately and considerately turned the fan around so that it was pointing at Jiang Chi's waist.

Before Chaochao could even admire her work, Jiang Chi on the bed suddenly moved.

The little dumpling was so frightened that it turned and ran away, but it tripped over its own feet and fell, rolling out of the room.

The system hesitated, then said: "Baby... sigh... I mean... never mind..."

Outside the door, the little dumpling paused for a moment, seemingly wondering how it had ended up outside.

After she got up, pressed her face against the door, and heard no more noise from her brother's room, she tiptoed and gently closed the door. Then, yawning, she went back to her room to sleep.

She had seemingly forgotten her original intention—that shirt stained with milk.

In the last second before falling asleep, Chaochao's little face unconsciously lit up with a silly smile.

Great, that way my brother won't feel hot anymore...

What the little girl didn't know was that after she "rolled" out of the room, a warm orange light gradually filled the room.

Like a fire, it illuminated half the room, very beautiful and romantic.

Jiang Chi, who had been scrolling through his phone and accidentally fallen asleep, felt a bit hot in his sleep. Half-asleep, he reached for the air conditioner remote and pressed it seven or eight times before falling back asleep.

In his dream, Jiang Chi felt increasingly hot, as if he were being roasted on a flame. He saw himself transformed into a little piglet, its four hooves tied to a tree branch, unable to break free. Below, the firewood burned brightly, and he could even smell the aroma of roasted pork belly.

Beside the branch, the little winter melon, knife and fork in hand, eyes gleaming green, sad tears streaming from the corner of its mouth, cried out, "Chao Chao, I'm going to eat now—"

Eat your mother!

Jiang Chi woke up with a start, drenched in sweat.

What kind of nightmare is this?

Jiang Chi wiped away his sweat, his gaze drifting aimlessly to the pale orange ceiling.

Oh, there's a fire...

Um……?

Fire?!

Jiang Chi sat up with a jolt, and as he turned to leave, he saw a heater suddenly appear beside the bed.

Jiang Chi: "..."

Jiang Chi: "…………"

Ten seconds after the non-static image was captured, Jiang Chi finally moved.

He calmly got out of bed, beads of sweat sliding down his defined jawline. Half of his handsome face was blurred and dimmed by the orange light. His peach blossom eyes were half-closed, with a burning heat igniting at the corners. His cool gaze finally settled on a mini slipper on the floor, and he laughed in exasperation.

What's going on? Are you trying to roast him to death?

Do you engage in bullying?

Jiang Chi twitched the corner of his lips; he had already come up with headlines for the media.

Shocking! A popular male celebrity surnamed Jiang died of heatstroke at home! The cause of his death is heartbreaking.

Jiang Chi: Heh.

He was in an extremely bad mood.

Kids are really annoying.

It's even more annoying when it's your own.

I went to bed late last night, and the next day, Chaochao woke up slowly an hour later than usual.

She rubbed her eyes and drifted out of the room in a daze.

Dad is having a meeting in the study, Grandpa is strolling in the garden, Grandma Song is making snacks, Little Meng is arranging flowers, and Little Kui is tidying up the coffee table...

Unbeknownst to them, the little dumpling swung to the door of a room.

The door was tightly closed.

My brother is still sleeping.

elder brother……

Oh, brother!

After taking a nap, Chaochao finally realized that she had an older brother. She woke up suddenly, excited like a flower that had suddenly bloomed.

She rushed back to her room, took off her pajamas, and was about to put on her pretty clothes.

She wasn't in a good state yesterday because it was too late, but she must start over with her brother today!

Aunt Song would thoughtfully prepare her entire outfit for each day and place it on a low stool at the foot of the bed.

Chaochao didn't ask Sister Xiaokui to dress her. She's already a little adult and should dress herself.

First stretch out this hand, then stretch out this hand, then stretch out your head, head, head—

Why can't I stick my head out?

With a deep breath, Chaochao tightened her tummy, her two little hands grabbing her clothes and pulling them down forcefully.

Three seconds later.

Beneath her clothes, Chaochao's little face was contorted in a grimace, squeezed into a comical shape, stuck, stuck...

Waaaaah, help!

Chaochao felt a tightness in her head.

Will she turn into Sun Wukong, the Monkey King? Waaah! No way! But Monkey King can fight monsters, he's so cool! Oh no, what will happen to Daddy if she goes with Tang Sanzang and Shushu? This family can't be without Chaochao... Waaah...

The little dumpling, with its mind wandering, stumbled out of the room as if groping in the dark.

Her head was stuck, neither up nor down, her vision completely blocked by her clothes. She looked like an unlucky person playing hide-and-seek with her eyes covered, stumbling along like a little crab while holding onto the wall.

Jiang Chi woke up feeling hot yesterday and got so angry that he played games for two hours before finally falling asleep at 1 a.m.

When he woke up, he saw that it was already ten o'clock.

There was a faint sound at the door.

Jiang Chi's gaze swept over the heater in the corner, his brows and eyes weary, but a cold smile curved his lips.

Not again?

We haven't settled accounts for what happened yesterday yet.

The door opened.

A pink, menacing-looking unidentified object collapsed to the ground.

Ouch!

Just as Chaochao was about to knock on the door, she was so startled that she leaned back and landed hard on her bottom on the floor.

Jiang Chi: "..."

His expression was complicated, but he finally let out a sneer.

Is today's trick a staged accident?