It was dark inside.
After Gu Yu pushed the door open and entered the room, the light was switched on suddenly, illuminating the light white, rush matted floor. The interior was drab and the only piece of furniture was a wooden table, on which a censer was burning.
The cottage was used for meditation as well as a living quarter, so it had been built as a suite of two rooms. Xiaozhai, having changed into another night-gown, appeared from the inner room with an easy grace. "Getting horny again?"
"Easy on the sarcasm, will you?"
With a grimace, Gu Yu faltered. "I've come to... to apologize."
"Have you? How so?"
Xiaozhai sat opposite him cross-legged, leaning her face on her hand, her thighs as dazzlingly fair as always.
"I did not expect the peach flower miasma to be so potent that it penetrated the defense of my spiritual essence."
