We set off at 6 a.m., and we didn't arrive until 4 p.m. Jiang Xiaorou and Xuanxuan were like two pigs—a big pig and a little pig, both especially good at sleeping. They slept for as long as the car was running, only opening their eyes when the car came to a sudden stop, looking utterly drowsy, their eyelids glued to their eyes.
"Have we arrived?" Jiang Xiaorou rubbed her eyes.
Xuanxuan was also rubbing his eyes; the actions and expressions of this duo were eerily in sync.
Shen Yancheng glanced at Jiang Xiaorou; his whole arm numbed by her leaning on it, unable to move. Jiang Xiaorou was still leaning on Shen Yancheng without realizing it.
"Get out of the car," Shen Yancheng spoke coldly, twitching his arm.