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Sleeping is not something you can do just because you want to sleep.
update icon Updated at 2025/3/4 0:10:13

"It's about time to sleep..."

Under the dark gray sky with rolling black clouds, heavy rain accompanied by thunder roared, dripping steadily in the gusty wind.

In the lightless outside world, it seemed like entering a true night, the girl had no idea of the exact time, but she knew it wasn't early.

Since there was nothing to say, nothing to do, it was better to just go to sleep!

The long stick with thick and thin arms quickly flew up from Isabella's hand, her gaze turned and quickly locked onto a piece of floor tile below her feet;

She caught the falling stick, and with a half-circle in the air, lightly moved her wrist, controlling the tip of the stick to leave a mark in one place.

"With this mark as the boundary, I will sleep on this side, and you sleep on the other side."

Isabella had never slept with other girls before, thinking it was strange, so she placed Wang Xiaole on the other side of the boundary;

The girl thought it was not dignified to lie on the ground, so she swung the "scratch-scratch" dancing stick aside, leaned her back against the wall next to the fireplace, and slanted her body at an angle.

But Wang Xiaole didn't want to sleep.

The two of them alone in a room, being close to the opposite sex without any psychological defenses, it would be a good thing, wouldn't it?

But Wang Xiaole didn't think this situation was something to be happy about.

When the girl falls asleep, at most she can observe her sleeping face from a relatively close distance, nothing else worth being happy about.

And if you look at it for too long, you will also think "Is this the extent of a girl's sleeping appearance";

They will snore, drool will flow down the corner of their lips, and they might even talk in their sleep, is it worth spending hours watching?

Not to mention:

For Wang Xiaole now, he really wants to watch the opposite sex sleep, just lay in bed, put his phone that he carries around on the table, turn on the camera to record his own sleeping appearance, isn't that enough?

Final conclusion:

Interacting with a girl is much more interesting than watching how she sleeps!

But Isabella insisted on sleeping, what could he do?

It's not possible to just cross that line directly, sneak up to her, squat down near her ear and say,

"Why are you sleeping, wake up!"

Wang Xiaole knew that if he really did that, the two of them wouldn't even be half friends.

Fortunately, there was a turning point.

About five minutes after Isabella closed her eyes, her originally closed eyelids lifted up as if a roller shutter suddenly started.

"I can't sleep!"

Isabella, who suffers from a sleep disorder, used to lie in bed at a certain fixed time, waiting for the symptoms to control her and fall asleep quickly.

But in the dream world, time transitioned differently, obviously different from the outside world;

Even now, Isabella felt no fatigue in her body, even after several hours had passed, she showed no sign of weariness.

Not being able to sleep when you want to is a very painful thing to understand.

Even though she didn't want to, she could only ask for her companion's opinion now:

"Do you know any ways to fall asleep quickly?"

"Yes, count sheep."

Wang Xiaole, who was asked, immediately replied.

He was convinced that helping the girl fall asleep was also a form of interaction, and he was very willing to participate and come up with ideas.

"A very old-fashioned suggestion... but I have never had trouble falling asleep, I have never experienced this well-known method of falling asleep quickly, so today is a good time to try it!"

Saying it and doing it, she closed her eyes again, folded her hands and placed them crossed in front of her abdomen, and arranged herself in what she thought was the most beneficial sleeping position.

The trick to counting sheep is to create a picture in your mind.

It was an endless wide grassland, where the sheep frolicked and the rolling grass swayed with their movements;

They chased each other, when they came to a familiar place, they found a fence blocking their way, unable to go around, they could only jump over with their hooves.

"Baa baa baa (Translation: Let's treat that obstacle as a playground and continue playing in a different way)!"

The sheep discussed among themselves, and then formed a vertical line rushing towards the fence, one jumping out next to another. The girl watched them from a distance and counted them.

One little sheep, two little sheep...

Counting was going smoothly at the beginning, but as the numbers entered the twenties, Isabella's consciousness gradually became blurred and the echoing voice in her mind grew fainter.

Thud!

Unfortunately, the following events did not allow her to fall asleep as she had hoped.

A strong ram suddenly butted its horns against the companion in front of it, knocking it down and arrogantly shaking its head.

The flock immediately became chaotic, with the victim and the aggressor angrily staring at each other, emitting a series of bleats, roughly meaning:

Ram: Get lost! I am a sheep you shouldn't mess with. If you think you have the strength to continue playing, I won't mind accompanying you until the end!

Sheep: Is that an order? Who are you? Where did you come from?

Ram: You don't need to know that much, you can continue as you wish; however, your days from now on will not be comfortable anymore. I love challenging those sheep who think they are strong.

Sheep: No, who are you exactly? Are you from my hometown?

Ram: Hehe (with a sinister smile), just remember, my name is Ye Yangchen! I am the leader of the sheep pen within a hundred miles.

"Stop fighting, get along well."

A girl who served as a shepherdess rushed over...

In reality:

"Stop, stop quickly!"

Isabella, who had already closed her eyes, desperately waved her hands in a gesture to intervene, her voice growing more and more urgent, as if she was worried about the harmony among the sheep.

Wang Xiaole watched her closely, thinking:

How rich is little Isabella's imagination to have sheep speaking words of mediation?