The night gradually deepened.
In Buena Village, the Greyrat household had finally quieted down after a whole day of commotion.
By now, most of the villagers had long since drifted into peaceful dreams.
Outside the window, only nameless summer insects chirped tirelessly in the grass.
There was also the rustling of the night breeze through the thick leaves, soft as a lover's whisper.
Inside the Greyrat family's guest room, the oil lamp burned dimly.
Its dull yellow glow cast only a small, indistinct circle of light on the rough wooden floor.
It was barely enough to see by.
The guest room was small, and its furnishings were extremely simple:
A somewhat old wooden bed against the wall, a small wooden table, and a chair made of the same material.
Roxy lay on that wooden bed.
She had wrapped herself in the blanket from head to toe like a silkworm.
Only a small tuft of soft blue hair peeked out beside the pillow.
With her back to Cui Ciyou, she lay motionless, making it impossible to tell whether she was asleep or merely pretending.
Meanwhile, Cui Ciyou lay on the bedding Lilia had spread on the floor a short distance from Roxy's bed.
The bedding was clean and thick, carrying the comforting scent of sunshine.
It was actually quite comfortable to lie on.
It was just...
The atmosphere in this room was... far too awkward!
After they had both finished washing up earlier, they had wished each other good night.
Then, once they had each settled into their own "bed," the guest room had fallen into an awkward silence.
Darkness and silence could amplify human senses endlessly.
That went doubly for Cui Ciyou, whose five senses rivaled those of Beastfolk royalty.
At that moment, he could clearly sense everything in the