When she came to He Xiangu's house again, she sat at the table with her eyes half-closed, yawning from time to time, her head nodding a little, as if she could fall asleep at any time.

Song Zhiwei looked angry and funny, and said, "Why don't you go to sleep when you're sleepy? What if you knock your head?"

He Xiangu gave her a confused look, "It's not because I'm waiting for you, otherwise I would have gone to bed long ago."

Song Zhiwei couldn't laugh or cry, "What's ...