When Fang Zheng opened his eyes again, he saw a small, white, tender... foot.
"Nobiru's sleeping posture is still that bad."
Glancing at Nobiru, who was almost sprawled across the bed, and Midori, who seemed about to pass out under her, Fang Zheng sighed helplessly, then lifted Nobiru and tucked her back under the blanket—well, after half a night of arguments yesterday, Fang Zheng ended up sleeping with the girls to calm them down.
Little girls are easier to appease.
Fang Zheng tidied Midori's hair, touched the little faces of Yoshino and Natsuse sleeping beside him, then crawled out of bed, stepped over the little ones, and got up. Afterward, Fang Zheng headed to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, poured himself a cup of hot water, and hummed a tune while heading to the living room, where he turned on the TV and sat on the sofa to enjoy the news.
