The next morning, at the break of dawn, Shao Zifeng opened his sleepy eyes on the hammock and gazed blankly at the sky.
His head was resting against something soft, and the fresh air mixed with the scent of flowers and grass slowly activated his stiff thoughts.
Turning his head slightly, his face pressed directly against the little deer, whose fuzzy fur made him feel like sneezing.
The little deer, deep in sleep, gradually opened its eyes that were like emerald gems, and locked gazes with Shao Zifeng. The pupils seemed to hold a spinning starry sky within, entrancing anyone who looked into them from such a close distance.
"Good morning, little deer," Shao Zifeng said as he reached out to rub the little deer's head, greeting it with a chuckle.
"Yo!" replied the little deer, nuzzling his large hand in response.
Having had a good sleep and waking up to find his own pet by his side was truly comfortable
