But thinking of what she hadn't completed yet, she struggled to crawl out of bed and put on her brand new cotton clothes and boots.
Ji Nuan laughed like a two-hundred-pound fool: "It's good to be home."
She pushed open the bedroom door, and a cool breeze hit her face. Ji Nuan exhaled: "It's really cold."
From the kitchen came the sound of pots and pans. Ji Nuan smirked: "It must be Brother Xiu Yan making food."
The biological clock of Orcs is terrifyingly precise; unless they are injured and unconscious, they absolutely do not sleep in.
Even if being held by oneself, they would lie there propped up, watching oneself sleep.
The rich aroma of cured meat wafted to her nose, making Ji Nuan unconsciously wipe her mouth corner.
Fortunately, no drool came out.
"Come in, isn't it cold outside?"
Seeing her glancing at the doorframe drooling, Xiu Yan helplessly reached out and pulled her inside, turning to close the door and keeping the cold air out.
The kitchen was very warm.
