Chapter 43 Playing Games Late into the Night

The living room lights were switched on.

As the light suddenly flooded the room, Qingran frowned and opened her eyes, sitting up from the couch.

Li Qingmo got startled by the figure rising from the couch; while placing his backpack down, he grumbled, "Li Qingran, why aren't you turning on the lights when you're home?"

Qingran shook her head, her headache had come quickly and subsided just as fast; it was much better now.

"I fell asleep just now, brother," she said.

Li Qingmo, wearing slippers, clattered over and reached out to touch Qingran's forehead, "Do you have a fever?"

"No," Qingran let him touch her forehead and explained with a brusque voice, "I didn't sleep well."

Li Qingmo eyed her skeptically.

Qingran blinked rapidly, "Brother, why are you staring at me like that?"