However, compared to Jian Ai's energetic state, there were two thick dark circles under Yao Jiachi's fair and tender face. His eyes were dull, and his expression was dispirited. His feet were floating, and he looked as if he had not slept for the entire night.
"Morning, Sister."
Yao Jiachi greeted Jian Ai energetically, but it was as if he would fall asleep at any moment.
Jian Ai was stunned. She walked forward and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Did you not sleep well?"
Yao Jiachi nodded without hiding it, but his words made Jian Ai want to laugh.
He pouted and muttered, "The bed is too comfortable. It's so comfortable that I couldn't sleep."
The bed at home was hard, and even if it was cushioned with a blanket underneath, it was still hard. This was the first time he had slept on such a soft bed. It was as if he was lying in a cloud. It was very comfortable, but he couldn't adapt.
