Overnight had passed, and it was 6 a.m. in the clear morning.
Wei Tianyang was awakened from a dreamless sleep by a series of knocks on the door.
He got up to open the door, and there stood Yaha.
He was wearing a loose, gray silk robe and stood barefoot at the door. His white hair draped over his shoulders, a cup of coffee in his left hand, and his right hand absentmindedly playing with his orange-colored hair tips. The neckline revealed a large expanse of collarbone and a hint of cleavage.
Yaha's eyes seemed blurred, having just woken up, and not quite spirited yet, the whole person resembling a lazy white fox.
"Follow me to the rooftop," Yaha said. Saying this, he dragged the hem of his robe and turned to leave barefoot.
Wei Tianyang quickly closed the door and followed closely behind.
Before, he had stealthily glanced at Yaha's chest a few times but still couldn't definitively determine Yaha's gender, because there was indeed some cleavage, though not very deep.
