It was the morning and Qing Chen was dragging himself down to the first floor. He wanted to sleep some more but there was more work that needed to be done. He was in the middle of a yawn when he walked to the kitchen. If it was possible to choke on air, he would have when he saw who was seating on the head of the table… and the person beside him.
His whole body had gone cold and there was a full-body shiver inside of him. He could not even move his feet. It was like someone had taken his insides, sewed him up, and left with his functioning organs.
He was pretty sure that he was dreaming but then someone had bumped into him and brought him back to reality. "Man, get out of the way," whined Wuming, still rubbing his eyes.
Qing Chen's face snapped to his brother like he had been whipped by a barreling bus. "Tell me I'm still dreaming."