Qin Yuji fell asleep amidst a bellyful of nagging.
In her dreams, she was chasing after that disobedient little rascal.
Watching the boy, about seven or eight years old, making faces as he ran away, and she, standing on the spot, hopping mad. After her anger subsided, a smile spread from her lips to her eyes and into her heart. Qin Yuji felt that having a brother or sister connected to her by blood was the happiest thing in the world.
When she opened her eyes, Chi Jingxuan was no longer by her side. Looking at the time, it was just after seven o'clock. Qin Yuji lingered in bed for a while longer, until the two little ones in her stomach calmed down, then she slowly got up.
A faint fragrance permeated downstairs, but it didn't smell like bread or congee. Following the scent, Qin Yuji found her way to the kitchen.
Leaning at the door, she watched the warm scene unfolding in the kitchen, and an utterly blissful smile naturally adorned Qin Yuji's face.
