Waking up in the morning, Shen Yibin was lazing on the second-floor sofa in his pajamas before making breakfast. Sunlight streamed in through the transparent glass ceiling, and the early morning rays woke the sleeping Xiaoliu. He climbed out of his hammock, glanced at Shen Yibin, then grabbed a branch overhead, swung, and landed gracefully on the second-floor railing.
"SQUEAK! SQUEAK!" Xiaoliu squatted on the railing and grinned, revealing his pearly white teeth as he held out a paw to Shen Yibin, begging for food.
