"Awake?"
Jiang Nian took away the plastic bag, crumpled it up, and casually tossed it into the trash three meters away.
The two girls gradually got up from the couch, still a bit dazed, rubbing their eyes or staring into space.
"Yeah, what are you doing?"
"Just woke up."
"The plastic bag blew in from the balcony," he said off-handedly, "If you're sleepy, you can go back to your room to sleep."
The living room was dim, with only the dull rumble of thunder.
"Why is it still raining outside?" Qianqian looked at the rain outside, "I want to watch TV for a while."
"Then get out of my living room!"
"This is my house!"
Song Xiyun got up, said she was going to the bathroom, and then slowly left, leaving the living room quiet again.
"Turn on the light."
"Don't you have hands? Turn it on yourself."
"I'm busy."
With a click, a swath of light gently fell from the ceiling, illuminating most of the living room.
