Little Brother!
Could it be...
The Young Scholar's heart skipped a beat.
Did it know there was someone else in the room?
Did it know they were plotting against it?
Or...
After last time, had the little black thief given up on their steamed buns?
Had it never planned to come back...
The Young Scholar pressed his lips together slightly.
His mouth felt dry.
He picked up the teapot beside him and poured himself a cup of tea.
He picked up the cup.
Tilting his head back, he drained it in one gulp.
He poured himself another cup of tea.
He raised the cup.
This time, he didn't need to drink in such a hurry.
He brought the cup to his lips.
He had just taken a sip—
"Pfft~"
He spat out the tea.
The Young Scholar saw a familiar figure.
He immediately lunged forward.
He snatched the bowl of steamed buns away.
"You actually dare to come back!?"
The Young Scholar shouted.
This audacious little thief.
If it got caught, it would have no one to blame but itself.
The black figure had a steamed bun in its mouth.
It held another bun in each of its two paws.
With a nimble leap, it landed on the pile of books at the corner of the desk.
Its eyes, nestled beneath its armpits, gleamed with smugness and a hint of defiance.
There it was!
Hearing the Young Scholar's shout, the woodcutter immediately pushed open the cabinet door.
The woman followed close behind.
They both felt a wave of relief.
They had waited for ages. Even with the cabinet door cracked open, staying cooped up for so long with two people in such a small cabinet had made it hard to breathe.
Just as they were