Tong Sanlang did not wake, and Qiao Xiaomai carefully got up from bed and washed up.
The firewood was running out, so she locked the courtyard door and went up the mountain to collect more.
By the time she descended from the mountain, the sky was bright. After she returned, she cooked a pot of rice porridge and steamed an egg custard.
After a simple breakfast, she began cleaning house. The guests from the Tong Family the day before had only taken their belongings and left without tidying up the rooms.
She was busy until noon when Tong Sanlang finally woke up languidly.
Qiao Xiaomai sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him worriedly, "Are you awake? How do you feel?"
As a martial artist, Tong Sanlang's consciousness was clear the moment he woke up.
He tried to lift his arm, and a tinge of embarrassment appeared on his handsome face, "I feel a bit tired."
His body felt completely drained.