Jiang Mian's eyes were somewhat unfocused, her head felt heavy.
"Sister Mianmian, have you been too idle lately? I mean, you've been getting sleepy quite easily, and you seem to have plumped up a tad. Sister Ting will certainly scold you when she gets back."
Jiang Mian yawned, her vision slightly blurry, and after pausing for a while, she became more alert, "What did you say?"
Yangyang's voice became much softer, "Haven't you noticed that you've been wanting to sleep a lot recently?"
In the studio, I don't even know how many yawns I've refrained from.
Wrapped in a pillow on the sofa, aside from sleeping, it was just playing with her phone.
Still, we should wait for Sister Ting to come back and arrange some work for Sister Mianmian—these days have been too comfortably idle.
"No, I'm talking about the next sentence."
Ah?
"Are you sure?"
"It's fine. I just want to make sure."
Yangyang tentatively said, "I think you've gotten a little bit chubbier recently."
