"Where is your master now?" I asked, pinching the bridge of my nose. I was feeling rather vexed myself. As far as I could remember, this was the first time I'd ever slept in a woman's boudoir, so before waiting for an answer, I began looking around the room.
Unlike the guest room, this was clearly Sun Moxhen's room. The walls were hung with all sorts of floral decorations that women favored, and the table held many exquisite little women's trinkets, along with delicate vases, medicinal flowers, and...
When I saw a pair of women's shoes beneath the bed, I sprang to my feet. Good heavens, aren't those Sun Moxhen's embroidered slippers?
My face instantly turned pale, then green. Even a blind man could see what was going on! And my shoes had been placed right beside hers. This was getting interesting. Could it be that last night...
I didn't dare continue thinking about it. My mind instantly became a tangled mess. Could these women's shoes really have been placed here for no reason?
"Master got up early and went to the pharmacy to take the disciples through sorting the medicinal herbs. She hasn't finished class yet," the little medicine boy said from outside.
Tears streamed down my face. Got up early? Doesn't that mean Sun Moxhen slept last night too? Damn it! These embroidered slippers definitely aren't her Daoist shoes. They're the kind that can also be worn around the temple, like casual footwear. She went to class early, so of course she wore her Daoist shoes. It makes perfect sense that these embroidered slippers were left here!
This was over. I figured the two of us had gotten drunk last night and somehow, staggering around or by sheer accident, ended up sleeping together, hadn't we?
Sun Moxhen had