Night, what is night for?
Night, night is still young.
Morning, what is morning for?
Morning, morning is bright.
"Fifth Brother~" The thick carved red lacquer door was pushed open a small crack, and the cold wind took the opportunity to sweep in. Jing Weiyang frowned and shrank her neck without raising her head: "What's wrong?" The small shadow in the darkness at the door slowly moved in without making a sound, and the small rapid breathing was particularly clear in the surprisingly quiet hall. Jing Weiyang raised the corners of her lips indifferently: "Don't say anything, I have to leave." After that, he stood up and walked inside. "Fifth Brother~" The trembling little figure rushed over in a hurry, grabbed Jing Weiyang's slightly hanging clothes, raised his head, pouted his mouth, and shouted dissatisfied: "Fifth Brother!" Jing Weiyang turned around and looked at the red face and aggrieved expression under the candlelight, and couldn't help but feel good. "Hey, your fifth brother is here fine! It's so late, why don't you go to bed? Where's Ah Fu?" "He's asleep." "Ah?!" "I ran out secretly." He bravely looked up at Jing Weiyang, and after meeting his angry eyes, he couldn't help but lower his head, "I still want to sleep with fifth brother." After that, he raised his eyes cautiously. Jing Weiyang smiled, took the little hand and walked inside. The little man hugged Jing Weiyang's arm tightly as if he was encouraged.