They arrived at the door of han Yuexu's room.
She couldn't help but think of the scene of being isolated outside the door last night, and a touch of low mood flashed through her heart.
But han qiqing quickly pulled herself together.
She put on a sweet smile and knocked on the door.
"Brother, are you awake?"
Her voice was as clear as an Oriole's, and it spread across the morning sun.
There was no movement in the room.
Han qiqing pressed her ear against the door, but the soundproofing was too good, so she couldn't hear anything.
Was her brother awake?
Could it be that ... He had insomnia because of her confession last night?
Han qiqing fantasized to herself.
It wasn't a crime to fantasize anyway.
She knocked on the door again. &Quot; brother! My dear brother, hurry up and get up, your beloved sister is calling you ~"
After she finished speaking, she couldn't stop smiling.
A minute later, the door opened.