Wanqing noticed that Wen Zhan's expression was off and followed his gaze to herself, suddenly snapping awake! She hastily grabbed and tightened her clothes across her chest.
Wen Zhan himself, thick-skinned as he was, didn't feel embarrassed upon being caught. Instead, he said leisurely, "You've been drained dry. Why don't you also get up and have some breakfast before going back to sleep?"
"Get lost! Pervert!"
A well-intended suggestion was met with an angry curse.
Mr. Wen didn't take it to heart and simply picked up their still crying daughter.
Thinking of New Year's Day, since Aunt Zhou had come, Wanqing felt that she should at least greet her. So, suppressing her drowsiness, she got out of bed, put on a cotton nightgown, and went out.
Upon seeing her, Aunt Zhou greeted her with a polite smile, "Madam, Happy New Year. The two little ones must have kept you up all night."