Yesterday, I came back too late, and everyone at Sanqing Taoist Temple was probably asleep. The next day, as soon as it was light, Little Bun got up early and gave Senior Brother Changan a call, then pitter-pattered over to the little junior brother's room.
Last night, I hurried back and checked into the guest room without touching anything else, just laid under the covers on the bed, a figure lying there.
I didn't know where this person got the habit from, but he liked to sleep under the covers. If someone disturbed him while he slept, he'd get up on the wrong side of the bed. And he'd been out in the world by himself since he was thirteen or fourteen; he might not have been good at other things, but he was exceptional at fighting.
Plus, with that temperament and two-faced nature, being both spoiled and sullen in private, even Ye Changan was reluctant to wake him up while he slept.
