Bai Chuwei entered the attic bedroom. The bedroom was clean and tidy, with her homework already copied onto the desk by her little paper servants.
Xue Qiu perched atop five small paper cranes in a row, its two claws holding a bottle of perfume, spraying it towards the door:
"Welcome back, great ancestor! Xue Qiu has sprayed away the outside stink!"
Bai Chuwei's face darkened slightly, "That perfume was made from the leftover Spiritual Medicine. Do you think it's an air freshener?"
Xue Qiu asserted righteously, *'The great ancestor doesn't like to use perfume, I'm just putting it to good use.'*
Heh.
Bai Chuwei glanced disdainfully, "Look at how fat you've become; don't crush all my paper cranes."
*'I'm just fluffy, fluffy, fluffy!'*
Bai Chuwei was uninterested in Xue Qiu's daily self-deception, reached out to pick it up and rescued the five poor paper cranes.
