Han Zishi carried Lin Xileng all the way home, but after ringing the doorbell tirelessly for a long time with no answer, he had no choice but to wake her up.
"Wake up, we're home."
"Don't disturb me; I'm finally dreaming of Zishi."
Han Zishi couldn't help but laugh and cry, "The real person is right in front of you, why dream?"
"Stop, stop bothering me."
"First, tell me where the keys are."
Immersed in her dream, Lin Xileng could not hear his words at all.
Han Zishi had no choice but to put her down and search for the keys.
Unexpectedly, Lin Xileng suddenly grabbed him.
His balance lost, he fell toward Lin Xileng.
Startled, he only had time to stretch out his hand to protect the back of Lin Xileng's head.
The two of them fell to the ground together, Lin Xileng's head heavily landing on his hand, causing him to grunt in pain.
Yet Lin Xileng, like a child, laughingly clung to him, "It's Zishi, the Zishi I like."
"Lin Xileng, let go of me first."