The curtains drifted lightly, red finery leaning against the railing in wanton languor.
Her loose long hair piled over the embroidered pillow. Delighting in idleness, she gave full play to the lazy nature in her blood and enjoyed this rare time. She stretched and yawned, every movement carrying a trace of natural allure, each gesture seeming wrought by heaven itself.
After Mu Duo returned to the village, she sat by the window in her loft and stared blankly at the white clouds. Cloud Remote Ancient Village was a fine place to watch clouds. Holy Maiden Mu Duo had spent nearly her entire life sitting before that window, watching clouds. A certain flood dragon had no idea whether she hoped to discern something from them, or perhaps comprehend the artistic conception of clouds and become a great master.
Two snake women brought fresh fruits and melons. Watching the two of them sway their waists and hips as they walked was also a pleasure.
So comfortable~
She slept on her back, on her side, rolled over to sleep on her stomach, sprawled out every which way without a care.
In carefree days, one forgot the passage of time. Sleeping for three to five days at a stretch was perfectly normal; if necessary, she could lie perfectly still and sleep for over a decade. A flood dragon's life was long and slow. Sleeping often was an effective way to squander time. Cultivation was not something that could make one immortal just by sitting every day.
For comfort, she had deliberately freed her tail. Her slender tail, covered in jade-white scales, circled the pavilion once before hanging down into the lotus pond.
Sometimes, when she dreamed of something, her tail would lightly swish, stirring the pond's koi into panicked flight and making the lotus