Early in the morning, the group of creatures in the wooden house woke up to the sound of Xiao Fei’s beating.
The Little Fox was already used to this kind of morning. It did not even open its eyes and continued to lie on Ning Fei’s quilt to rest.
At night, when Ning Fei lay flat on his back to sleep, the Little Fox jumped onto Ning Fei’s chest and curled up into a furry ball, like a half-formed taiji pattern. Then, it closed its eyes to rest.
Fortunately, Ning Fei never turned over when he slept, so the Little Fox slept very steadily that night.
When Ning Fei woke up, he saw that the Little Fox was still sleeping, so he carried the little fox to the bed and put on his clothes before going out to exercise.
It was another beautiful day.
This kind of peace and quiet was more suitable for Ning Fei.