"Qingqing, wake up, we're home. If you don't get up now, Suansuan and Tiantian are going to fall asleep." Gu Yuying reached out his index finger and poked Luo Qingli's face—soft, with a delightful texture.
Finding it amusing, he felt a slight addiction to the act of poking. He prepared to do it again, but before his finger could touch Luo Qingli's face once more, she woke up.
"Uncle, we've arrived?" Luo Qingli rubbed her eyes, still feeling a little groggy.
The flight today had been smooth, and Luo Qingli had slept soundly. She didn't even wake as the plane landed.
Of course, it might've been because Gu Yuying was beside her. If it were somewhere else, she probably wouldn't have slept so deeply, let alone through a plane landing.
"We've arrived. Don't rush to get up; take a moment to wake up fully first." Gu Yuying held Luo Qingli's hand gently, patting the back of it lightly.
