Michael did not return to his bed until he had soaked and scrubbed every inch of his body, ensuring that there were no remnants of the impurities remaining. When he returned, he found Elena asleep, her face still buried in her pillow.
'What a weirdo' Michael remarked, a small grin forming on his face. "Don't worry, we'll be activating your Tyrannical Dragon meridians tomorrow." he whispered, inwardly looking forward to her reaction.
The next morning, Michael woke up to the smell of green tea wafting into his face. The pleasant scent seemed to have broken into his dream to wrest him from his sleep. He licked his lips and sat up from the bed in a hurry, searching for the source of the smell.
His eyes stopped on Elena who was sitting at the table with a pot of freshly brewed green tea and a fan in her hand, was gently fanning the fumes toward Michael's direction. "What are you doing?" Michael asked, almost causing Elena to fall off her chair in fright.
