「Number 13, Tuesday.」
Brother Nan yawned as he emerged from the bedroom. He was wearing sleep shorts that were slightly crumpled, flaunting a pair of large, fair legs and delicate, crystalline feet clad in flip-flops. His upper body was dressed in a soft, form-fitting white T-shirt, and a red string adorned his wrist, exuding a youthful vibe.
Still fond of last night's sleep, he clutched the pillow he had used with one hand while the other constantly fiddled with a tuft of hair sticking up like a small antenna on top of his head, turning to look toward the living room.
Zhou Li was telling Tuanzi, "Lord Dumpling, remember to keep it a secret, okay? You can't tell anyone about this!"
Tuanzi stood on the coffee table, her small, mangosteen-like feet already on the very edge of the glass. She tilted her head, staring unblinkingly at Zhou Li.
"Why, meow?"
Her voice was light, delicate, and crisp, filled with a childlike curiosity capable of raising many questions.
