Cries and Tears of Misunderstanding
"Fiona, wake up! It's morning! Let's have breakfast together."
In Leon's room, Iris, dressed in an adorable pink lolita nightgown, climbed onto the bed and gently shook Fiona, who was still sound asleep.
"Umm~" Fiona, feeling the nudge, squirmed slightly but didn't wake up, turning onto her right side and continuing her slumber.
Seeing this, Iris fell silent, gazing at Fiona with a helpless expression.
"This smelly little sleepyhead is incredibly difficult to wake up once she's asleep," Iris muttered in annoyance.
Among herself, Charlotte, and Fiona, Fiona was definitely the hardest to rouse, whether in the morning or during a deep sleep.
She couldn't understand where Fiona's habit of sleeping in came from, especially since their daddy and mommy were both disciplined early risers.
At that moment, the sound of two sets of footsteps approached the door, followed by the soft voice of a little girl.