"In summary, we still can't let our guard down during this period."
Xu Xiangyang said seriously. But when he turned around, he found that the long-haired girl lying in the grass already looked like she was about to fall asleep.
She had crossed her hands behind her head as a pillow, her eyes drooping, her eyelashes fluttering lightly, and a red pen was held between her nose and lips, moving slightly.
Xu Xiangyang couldn't help but sigh, raising his voice a bit.
"Hey, did you hear what I was saying?"
"Ah...? Oh, I heard, I heard."
The red pen fell, and Lin Xingjie finally opened her groggy eyes, coughed dryly, and asked somewhat embarrassedly:
"What just happened?"
"You've been daydreaming, are you that sleepy?"
Xu Xiangyang intended to poke her forehead with the pen, but the girl preemptively covered it with her hands, and with her usual technique, looked at him with a pitiful expression.
"I'm sorry..."