Didn't We Just Talk About Sleeping?

Yi Mian was different when he was born. After Mrs. Yi worked hard to give birth to her baby, she stretched out her hand to hug her. Yi, the male obstetrician doctor, took off his gloves and said with a heavy face: "Fall asleep." Mrs. Yi: "...?" Yes, when most newborns were crying, Yi Mian chose to sleep. But it was very pleasant. I smacked it with my little mouth and spit out small bubbles from time to time. Yi's father quickly accepted this "incredible" daughter and gave him a name that made him regret it when he received numerous calls from teachers complaining - Yi Mian. "Don't you have insomnia? You're beautiful, and your life is exquisite and beautiful." Yi Mian is very worthy of the name given by her father. She loves nothing else in life, just one word - sleep! One day, I met an insomniac boy upstairs in the elevator. "Red Panda" stared at him: "Are you going to sleep in the master bedroom and the second bedroom tonight?" Yi Mian: "... The second bedroom?" The next day, it was still the elevator room. Yi Mian was pressed against the wall by a wall: "..." "Tonight, sleep with me in the master bedroom." Passerby: "Tsk tsk tsk" /// Yi Mian accompanied her best friend to the class taught by the handsome professor next door, immersed in line drawing the whole time. Counting the time, get out of class was about to end, so I took out my phone and sent a message: "Where will I sleep tonight?" Su Moumou, whose love cells have awakened: "Why do we only talk about sleep?" Yi Mian: "? Aren't we just talking about sleeping?" Su stared blankly at the unsent sentence: Can't we talk about love? This article is also known as "I'll let you adjust this love and I'll lose." This is an imperfect fairy tale about a big bad wolf trying to snatch away a little rabbit but discovering that it is a little fox.