She was just about to go upstairs when she heard a faint noise from the end of the second floor.
Si Nuanqian walked over, puzzled.
The guest room door wasn't tightly closed, there was a crack as wide as a finger.
"If you send Xiaoyi to the old house, I'll ignore you!" Xia Yiwan's voice came from the crack in the door, delicate yet tinged with annoyance.
Si Nuanqian peeked through the crack and saw her elder brother with his arm around Xia Yiwan lying on the bed.
Both were under the covers, but their exposed shoulders were bare.
Si Mo didn't notice someone peeping; his mind was occupied with the matter of sending his son back.
With infinite grievance, Si Mo looked at Xia Yiwan and spoke, "Then you have the heart to see me sleeping in the guest room every day?"
That little rascal, God knows what's wrong with him, has been fussing and refusing to sleep at night without Xia Yiwan these few days.
