Han Chen beside him was sleeping like a dead pig, with half of his face buried in the pillow and a slight snoring sound.
Zhou Mo leaned over to look at him, even her arms and wrists were aching. She glared at the half of Han Chen's face that was exposed with resentment, and slapped him teasingly, but she missed him and her fingertips only touched his bangs.
Seeing that Han Chen didn't seem to be able to get up for a while, she turned over, put on a thick coral fleece pajamas, and went to the kitchen to get something to eat.
I don’t know if the noise she made in the kitchen was too loud and woke up the people in the bedroom.
After Han Chen woke up, he came to the kitchen to find her again.
"Can't you sleep a little longer?" Han Chen leaned against the door frame and complained sleepily.
"You think I am you, the God of Sleep," Zhou Mo gave Han Chenfeng a new title.
Han Chen is also worthy of this title.
After all, he works long hours, so he naturally needs longer rest time.
Han Chen used to be like this too. When he was in high school, he never listened in Chinese class and basically slept all the time.
Zhou Mo guessed that this might be the reason why Han Chen's Chinese scores were usually lower than Zhou Mo's during exams.
"Are you hungry?" Zhou Mo asked.
“A little.”
"I'll get you something to eat. If you're still sleepy, go back to sleep. I'll call you when I'm ready."
"No, I'll help you. Let's do it together."
"No need," Zhou Mo pushed Han Chen out of the kitchen, "Just heat up the leftovers, it's not a big deal."
"Then I'll wait at the door."
"..." Zhou Mo was speechless: "Why are you like a child?"
"Then treat me as your child."
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