When Song Xian opened his eyes, the sky was already bright.
Outside the door came the voice of Cheng Yanzhao.
"He's not awake yet? Doesn't he usually sleep only one or two hours a day?"
"Did you finally have enough of him and knock him out? What did I say? You should have acted earlier; I'm here to back you up if he rebels."
No one responded to Cheng Yanzhao.
Cheng Yanzhao continued noisily, "Isn't this improper? Even if you feel sorry for your master, you should have chosen a better time. I didn't know anything last night and followed his commands like a big animal, running around all night."
It was rare for Song Xian to sleep so soundly, and he felt inexplicably refreshed, but half of his good mood was disturbed by Cheng Yanzhao's chattering.
Can't this guy just be quiet?
Song Xian got up from the bed, swiftly pulling down the robe from the rack, and with a stretch of his arms, the robe fit neatly onto his body.
