The person coming in was making very little noise; if Zhou Wang hadn't already been awake, he probably wouldn't even have heard that deliberately slowed-down sound of the door opening.
Zhou Wang didn't know where the impulse came from; he quickly put down his phone, then tilted his head and pretended to be already asleep.
There's a short little hallway between the door and the bedroom. Along with the deliberately muffled sound of slippers scraping the floor, from Zhou Wang's back-turned angle he could see a stretched-out shadow cast through the streetlamp outside the window, reflected on the floor.
As she slowly approached the bed, that originally distorted shadow gradually returned to its true shape with each step.
Zhou Wang glanced over and immediately understood that the person sneaking into his room in the dead of night was Sister Xiao Yu.
