The next morning, Ruan Li was sleeping surprisingly soundly with arms resting on her front and back. She turned over, almost kicked the little fox sleeping at her feet off the bed.
The early-rising little fox tiptoed across the blanket and finally stopped by Ruan Li's face, its fluffy tail accidentally sweeping across her face.
The little female was sleeping sweetly, and the tail brushed her face again.
After confirming no one in the room was going to bother him, the little fox curled up in the nook of Ruan Li's neck, using its thick, long tail as a scarf.
After waking up, Ruan Li shook off the three mountains on her body, slipping down from the middle of the big bed.
Bai He and Xi Han also got up shortly after she did.
"This is the invitation the postman delivered yesterday." Bai He placed the luxurious red envelope invitation in front of Ruan Li.
In the interstellar era, few people use such primitive forms of invitation anymore.
