The next morning, Yan Yu came down the stairs holding his neck.
"What's wrong with you?" Lin Ning was making breakfast in the kitchen and asked curiously when she saw his grimacing expression.
"I woke up with a crick in my neck," Yan Yu replied.
"Oh." Lin Ning earnestly admonished him, "Don't sleep on too soft a pillow, and pay attention to your sleeping position."
"Mhmm." Yan Yu thought to himself that pillow was indeed too big and too soft, no wonder it caused my neck muscles to ache, Zhao Yuanzhen you really deserve to die!
Anna and her two cousins had gotten up early and were sitting in the living room chatting in the language of Rakshasa.
When they saw Yan Yu coming, they gave Anna a meaningful look.
"Shall we go out for a walk?" Anna stood up and said, "Breakfast seems to be a while away still."
"Hmm." Yan Yu noticed she seemed to have something to say to him and nodded.