Zhu Minglang sat in the wooden pavilion, leaning against the fluffy body of the Ice Morning White Dragon, and closed his eyes.
Most of the time it was Little White who used him as a pillow, as a mattress, but after reconstructing its bloodline, Little White was no longer a sleepyhead, just in time to be his own soft, plush cushion.
The fur of the Ice Morning White Dragon was very soft, like tassels, and Zhu Minglang leaned against it, with half of his body sinking into the thick, pristine downy feathers.
Having not closed his eyes all night, Zhu Minglang fell asleep in this rare comfort.
There was still a little while before dawn, and he could catch a bit of sleep, even just a little was worth it.
The students of the Godly Mortal Academy, and that administrator Fan Lu, saw Zhu Minglang dozing off right here in the pavilion, and each one of them was gritting their teeth with anger!
Really treating this place as his own home??
