Meanwhile, in the dead of the night.
Under the smug gaze of the crescent moon...
Su Xiaobai sprawled across Bai Yujian's bed like a sloth that had won the lottery, his arms and legs stretched wide across the soft, silk-covered paradise. The faint scent of jasmine sneakily tickling his nose.
"Pfft, fancy women and their fancy smells," he muttered, rubbing his face against the pillow with a grin. "She doesn't even use this bed. Wasteful! It's mine now. Mine!"
He yawned, stretching until his joints popped. "Ah… so soft. So perf—"
He smiled, blissfully ignorant of the faint pulse of light deep within his storage ring. A soft thrum echoed in the void, and something stirred.
With a gentle pop—pop!—Xiao Hei emerged from the ring, her tiny feet landing soundlessly on the wooden floor. She stood there for a moment, tilting her head as she gazed at Su Xiaobai, her crimson eyes gleaming softly in the dim light.
She blinked.
