There weren't many customers that morning, and Wen Ning sat behind the counter, leafing through an old magazine.
Lu Ming and Feng Dema crouched beside the washbasin in the back, bathing a Squirrel Spirit.
The Squirrel Spirit had come from Black Wind Mountain. Xiao Ya had even written him a letter of introduction, saying he had lice and had been shedding badly lately, and asking them to give him a thorough wash.
Lu Ming held the Squirrel Spirit down with one hand and splashed water over him with the other.
Feng Dema helped out beside him, passing him body wash and towels.
As Lu Ming scrubbed, he glanced at Feng Dema.
"You know, love really has done Dema some good. He looks so much livelier. Even those mismatched eyes look better now."
Feng Dema chuckled twice without answering, but the tips of his ears turned red. He was embarrassed.
Wen Ning looked up from behind the counter and glanced at Feng Dema. He really was different.
Feng Dema had always grinned like a fool, but there used to be something aimless and adrift behind that grin.
Now he seemed much more grounded. He walked with a spring in his step, worked with energy, and even hummed while scrubbing.
"Dema, about yesterday?"
Feng Dema scratched his head, unable to hide the smile on his face.
"Yeah. I went to see her yesterday and told her."
"Told her what?"
"That I liked her and wanted to date her."
"What did she say?"
Feng Dema grinned, revealing a mouthful of bright white teeth.
"She said yes."
Lu Ming snorted beside him.
"No wonder you got up at five thirty this morning and mopped the shop three times."
Feng Dema answered without a trace of shame.
"I'm happy. What's wrong with being hardworking?"
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