The tidy desk reflected the cold, brilliant light of the incandescent lamp. The air conditioner blew a pleasantly cool breeze. Beyond the window lay a blood-red setting sun and an azure sky, with cotton-candy clouds suspended in the air—half gilded by sunset, half pure white.
Zhang Yuanqing sat beside the desk, still in the posture he had been in when entering the dungeon. His clothes were shredded beyond recognition; thankfully, the Yin-Yang Robe spared him from exposing himself.
"We're back!" He stretched and sighed.
Then he turned his head. Guan Ya stood beside the bed, with Princess Yinyao clinging to her like a koala.
The princess had her arms around Guan Ya's neck, her long, jade-like legs tightly hooked around Old Driver's slim waist. An audio clip played from the Cat King Speaker in her waist pouch:
"I was terrified at the time!!"
The voice sounded irritatingly smug and vaguely familiar. Zhang Yuanqing listened for a while before realizing it was an old internet meme from several years ago.
She must have recorded it back when she was following the Demon Lord.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Yuanqing looked at the princess.
An intensely displeased, thoroughly unhappy snort came from the princess's little speaker. Then she turned into starlight and vanished, returning to the bedroom next door.
Zhang Yuanqing now lived in Guan Ya's room, while the princess had occupied his old bedroom.
"What's wrong with her?" Zhang Yuanqing was completely baffled.
"She's angry, obviously." Guan Ya curled her lips, took off her coat, grabbed the hem of her tight crop top, and pulled it up over her head. Her fair body, clad only in a black lace bra, was exposed before her boyfriend. "You didn't take her with you when you left the dungeon. She only came back with