Phi Jeans often sends messages on Facebook around 9pm to show off her power.
Jeans: Where? Go to sleep.
Jeans: I told you to sleep.
What's wrong with you? I have news that I need to keep up with, there are dozens of them, and there are novels waiting to be read on my bookshelf. I have so many activities.
Luk Nai: If you're not sleeping, go to sleep.
Jeans: How many late nights have you been?
Luk Nai: I'm the same.
The other party read it and was silent for a long time until I wondered if the text touched my nerves or was it cute or not. I went back to read the chat and there was nothing like that. She was silent. Where did she go?
Jeans: [Send picture]
I closed the novel I had read just two lines of, grabbed my phone, and opened the chat. P'Jeans sent me a picture of her hand reaching out to turn off the bedside lamp, before the next message followed right after.
Jeans: I'm going to bed. So when are you going to sleep?
I sat smiling by myself, laughing by myself....
And I saw the investment.
Luk Nai: You can sleep now.
Then I happily walked over to the light switch, humming a song, before imitating Phi Jeans in an almost similar way by reaching over to turn off the bedside lamp.
Some sent her pictures to look at as well before turning off the device, not knowing anything, covering the head with a blanket and sleeping, hugging the pillow and being happy again.
What kind of person is she? Just a few sentences and a picture. I smiled broadly and hugged my pillow happily until I fell asleep the next morning.
If you ask me if I had a good dream last night, I would say that this morning was the morning that made me the happiest. While taking a shower, I sang along to the novel I had finished reading last night.
My mood reached a peak of happiness when I slung my bag and prepared to go to school. When I came down from the dorm, I saw someone park their car and wait for me in front.
The familiar car window next to the driver's seat rolled down, revealing the face of the person who had just entered my dream.
"Get in the car"
"Speak nicely. Your face is already looking for trouble, and your tone sounds like you're forcing yourself. Other people wouldn't go with you."
"It's not like anyone else, right?"
She rested her arm on the steering wheel, turned her face to look straight ahead, stopped eye contact with me, and said with a deadpan expression,
"So come up here, Cheeks. Do you want to go get some breakfast?"
I leaned forward, made a growling sound in my throat, and walked around the back to the passenger door on the other side. When I got into the car, I realized that Phi Jeans was playing some soft music. What was interesting was that it was the song I had just sung this morning, the song in the novel. At first, I thought it was a coincidence.
"Do you have a comb?"
"Open the drawer."
The driver nodded once to the drawer on the front passenger side of the car. It just so happened that I saw in the mirror that my hair was upturned and in a ponytail earlier, so I wanted to style it a bit. The story made me blink.
