After hanging up the phone, Chu Dazhuang got dressed and quietly got out of bed.
Since the battle went on last night until who knows when, after Xiao Xuan left, Chu Dazhuang simply decided to sleep here.
He stood up, and smelling the lingering scent of the night's battle in the room, he lightly frowned.
This won't do.
Thinking this, he went to the bedside and gently pulled back the curtains.
The midday sun was intense, and as the sunlight streamed through the window, Chu Dazhuang was nearly blinded by the glare, shaking his head slightly and placing a hand in front of his eyes. After a good while, Chu Dazhuang finally adjusted to the light and took a few steps forward, then proceeded to open the window.
A gentle breeze blew in through the window, dispersing the odor in the room.
He turned around gently, and the place on the bedsheet that was wet last night had already dried.
Chu Dazhuang paused for a moment, then opened the door and walked out.
