Lin Zhengran chatted with Xiao Heqing for a while before hanging up the phone.
He closed his eyes again, ignoring a certain fox beside him. To his surprise, the Little Fox's paw lightly kicked his calf in a fit of pique.
"Are you losing your mind again?" Lin Zhengran asked.
Han Wenwen turned back around and laughed. Staring at him, she said, "Yeah, I just couldn't stand the look of you on the phone, Zhengran."
Lin Zhengran pulled the quilt up to cover her eyes. "If you can't stand it, then don't look at me. Be a good girl and take your nap."
Han Wenwen was left speechless. Slowly, she pulled down the quilt blocking her vision and scrutinized his sleeping face. She pursed her lips. Even though Lin Zhengran was just chatting with Qingqing, she truly felt jealous.
Seeing that he was falling asleep, the Little Fox gently touched his hair with her fingers, only for Lin Zhengran to swat her hand away.
A few days later, it was only two days before the Lunar New Year.
