The next morning.
The sky began to lighten.
Among the mountains and forests, birdsong was cleansing.
A thin mist lingered.
Inside the broken viewing pavilion.
Except for a few beams of morning sun that barged in unannounced.
Compared to last night, everything was as before.
Perfectly silent.
Suddenly.
A woman let out a soft moan.
Sultry and lazy.
"You... you're on my hair."
Su Xiaoxiao said weakly.
"Ah? Oh, sorry."
Zhao Rong hurriedly moved his hand away.
Su Xiaoxiao stopped talking.
Zhao Rong got up, feeling refreshed, stretched lazily, and glanced at a certain fox demon burying her head and cowering, the corner of his mouth slightly upturned.
"Time to get up, lazybones."
Su Xiaoxiao still didn't speak, but although she buried her head under the large robe used as a blanket, she seemed to feel his unabashed gaze.
Su Xiaoxiao quickly shrank entirely under the robe, not wanting to expose a single hair to the naughty man from last night.