The afternoon sun filtered lazily through the curtains as Chen stretched out on the sofa, one arm hanging loosely over the edge. The television murmured softly in the background, some random variety show playing that neither he nor Yun Hu were seriously watching.
Yun Hu was sprawled across Chen's stomach like he owned the place, tail flicking slowly.
"Move," Chen muttered lazily, poking the cat's side.
Yun Hu only blinked at him and shifted an inch.
The apartment was quiet. Warm. Comfortable.
Then the door clicked open.
Chen didn't even look up.
"You're back, Grandma?" he called casually, eyes still on the television.
Grandma Liang's cheerful voice answered immediately.
"Yes! And look—I brought presents for you!"
Chen frowned slightly.
Presents?
He finally pushed Yun Hu aside and sat up, brushing his hair back before standing from the sofa.
"Huh?"
He walked toward the entrance—and froze.
At the doorway stood not just his grandmother, but three figures behind her.
