Ni Yang sat steadily on the tree trunk, using a brush to secure her long hair behind her head, revealing a face as clear and refined as a painting.
Her long black hair instantly disappeared between her pale fingers, which surprised Mr. Du.
A tiny brush, yet so magically effective.
A strand of hair mischievously slid from her forehead, Ni Yang casually swept it back and yawned, "I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep now. Mr. Du, you should sleep early too."
As she spoke, Ni Yang lay down on the tree trunk.
Fortunately, she hadn't worn a cheongsam today, otherwise it would have been really inconvenient.
Mr. Du sat under the tree, picking up a few dry branches and placing them on the blazing bonfire, the new wood causing sparks to fly.
The two, one above and one below the tree, coexisted in extreme harmony.
After a while, Ni Yang's even breathing could be heard from above the tree.
