"Yo, you little brat, can't seem to act crazy anymore, huh?"

Peter, whose consciousness was blurry, suddenly heard a familiar voice. With some effort, he turned his head towards the door and vaguely saw a familiar figure.

"......Big Brother Zhaiyu?"

"Pfft, still calling me Zhaiyu? You're the one who can barely get out of bed, you little rascal," Winnie walked over to the bed, folding his arms and looking down mockingly.

"Ugh..."

"What's wrong, not happy about it? If you're not, then get up and hit me," Winnie raised an eyebrow, taunting him.

"You damn brat, haven't even eaten, do you have the strength to get up and hit me?"