Houtu merely smacked her lips twice, rolled over, and started snoring again.
Several pitiful little fellows stared intently at Nuwa, and she could not bear it.
Gritting her teeth, she ran straight to the small pond and carried back a basin of water.
Splash!
She poured it directly over Houtu's head.
Houtu shuddered and abruptly sat upright.
Xiao Bai, who had been in her arms, was flung straight out. With a meow, he darted like smoke up the big tree in the little courtyard.
No matter how Jiang Ping called for him, he only shook his head and refused to come down.
Da Huang and the Heng Ha Generals, who had been pinned beneath Houtu, seized the chance to scramble away.
The few of them were still shaken. The torment of that whole night had truly been a nightmare.
The Witch Clan's physical strength was far too terrifying.
Even with the Demon Race's formidable bodies, they had been unable to break free.
Startled awake, Houtu cried out, "It's raining!"
Her eyes were still bleary with sleep, and she was utterly bewildered.
After gathering her wits, she saw that the courtyard was completely dry, while she herself was drenched.
Then she saw the basin still in Nuwa's hands.
She immediately understood what had happened.
At once, she flew into a rage. "Sister Feng, you've gone too far! To wake me up, you actually used such a method."
"Did you deliberately want to make me embarrass myself before Young Master?"
Nuwa said irritably, "Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough already? Let me ask you—do you remember what happened last night? Have you forgotten everything you said and did?"
Houtu, who had been brimming with anger, immediately felt guilty and in the wrong.
Thinking back, her entire head felt muddled. She had actually forgotten