Yan Qing dreamed that he was sinking into the deep sea, where a gigantic octopus stuffed its tentacles into his mouth, just like in certain magical-girl doujinshi. Saliva dripped from its mouthparts onto his pants, leaving them wet... Wait, how could there be a sensation of wetness underwater? It was as bizarre as a fish feeling like it was drowning.
Yan Qing opened his eyes and found himself being held by someone. His pants were a little damp, and his nose was stuffed with something very round. He instinctively inhaled, then his entire body went numb.
"Mu! Rong! Hui!"
"Huh?" Murong Hui rubbed her eyes and instinctively straightened her toes. "Time for breakfast?"
"If I ever sleep with you again, I'm a dog!" Yan Qing angrily kicked her away and rubbed his nose. "You made my nose hurt."
Murong Hui waved dismissively. "Oh, it's normal for the first time to hurt a little."
Yan Qing: ??? What the hell...
It would have been one thing for her to hug him in her sleep and press down on half his body until it went numb, but how the hell had she managed to turn herself completely around in her sleep? Fine, she had turned around—but why was she drooling? Fine, she was drooling—but how had her foot managed to end up so precisely in his nostril? What was even more ridiculous was that Yan Qing had only noticed after waking up. Did the Shadow Dance Messenger possess some sort of stealth-assassination trait?
Murong Hui yawned and went to wash up while Yan Qing headed to the kitchen to see what there was to eat. After all, Murong Hui had made last night's late-night meal, so breakfast should be his turn. That said, Yan Qing had no intention of going to great