Richie roused himself, clambered groggily off the sofa, and shuffled over to Anya to watch Yor and Twilight blush together in the master bedroom.
Anya and Richie stood side by side. Anya narrowed her eyes. "Father and Mother are being lovey-dovey."
"Father and Mother are being all mushy," Richie said with a toothy grin.
Anya was brimming with determination. "Big Brother Richie, Anya is definitely going to meet Uncle tonight."
"You won't see him tonight. Wash up and go to bed!" Richie glanced at Anya.
Anya said angrily, "Why! Why won't Anya get to see Uncle?"
Richie yawned and slowly ambled back to the sofa. Under Anya's gaze, he struggled to haul himself up with his stubby little legs:
"Anya, I bet you definitely won't see Mother's little brother tonight."
With that, Richie flopped down with a plop. The springy sofa bounced his little body twice.
Anya pattered over on her own stubby little legs, darted to Richie's side, and leaned against the edge of the sofa:
"Big Brother Richie, why won't Anya get to see Uncle?"
Richie stared straight at the ceiling, furrowed his brow, and briefly put on a show of mature contemplation.
Under Anya's expectant gaze, Richie turned to her and said, "Dunno. I forgot!"
Dark lines appeared at Anya's temples. Speechless, she silently left the edge of the sofa.
At nine that evening, Twilight and Anya were reading, while Richie sprawled on the sofa, half asleep.
Because of his constant drowsiness, Richie still hadn't thought about the electronic gadgets he had envied in real life.
In real life, Richie's parents had been strict. Under their watchful eyes, he had barely had any opportunities to play video games.
But Richie had learned practically every form of entertainment from his classmates, including, but not limited to, cards, mahjong,