The pregnant woman was sleepy, so Qiao Yi taught the simplest scarf knitting method to Yueming and Heather, while she tilted her head and fell asleep on the sofa.
Her sleeping posture was very peaceful, soft like a bundle; no matter from which angle one looked, she was like a woman made of water.
Yunxi noticed, walked over, carefully picked her up horizontally, and carried her back to the room.
At midnight, Qiao Yi woke up to find the room filled with soft lighting, and Yunxi sitting beside her, watching the replay of the Spring Festival Gala.
Qiao Yi sat up, surprised and said, "How am I in the room? Did I just fall asleep? I planned to stay up with everyone to celebrate the New Year."
Yunxi leaned forward and kissed her cheek, laughing, "It's two o'clock in the morning now. I saw you fell asleep on the sofa, so I carried you up here, then went down to stay up with them. After the New Year, the elders gave out the red envelopes. I have collected them all for you."
