When his consciousness returned to his body, Mo Yi was dazed for a while and wanted to keep lying in bed a little longer. He felt as though he were lying somewhere warm and soft, like the specially made big bed at home that could fit three people rolling around on it. On top of that, his nose kept catching a faint, delicate fragrance that gave him the same sense of safety he associated with his mother.
"Eh—"
"Mo Yi, you're finally awake!"
A familiar voice sounded beside Mo Yi's ear, making it impossible for him to follow his instincts and lie there for even one more minute.
When Mo Yi opened his eyes and saw who was calling him awake, he naturally called out her name.
"Kishin?"
"Good morning—"
"Good morning—"
Seeing that Mo Yi, who was lying in her arms, had finally woken up and was speaking to her, Madam Kishin's gloomy mood finally brightened. She no longer had to worry that something had happened to him, or wonder why he still had not woken up!
"No, it's not morning now—"
Madam Kishin picked Mo Yi up and shook him, trying to wake him up as quickly as possible.
Mo Yi: "..."
Of course, Mo Yi was not the kind of person who got muddleheaded from sleeping. He had merely been too exhausted before, so he had slept deeply. After hearing Kishin's words, he recalled everything that had happened before he fell asleep within a second or two.
Mo Yi: By all rights, he should have returned to the parallel world and era he belonged to.
So what was with this Madam Kishin in front of him?!
What Mo Yi found strange was not that she was holding him in her arms and letting him lie on her