By the time Xiao Fan woke up, the sky was already growing dark.
As soon as he opened his eyes, Xiao Fan realized that his head was resting on Yue Yao's lap, the young woman's fragrance clear in his nostrils.
Yue Yao cradled Xiao Fan's head in both hands to keep it from slipping off her lap. Perhaps because she had been sitting for so long, she was leaning against the backrest, taking a light nap.
Xiao Fan's movement as he woke roused Yue Yao. She lowered her head and saw him gazing blankly at her. A blush flashed across her face, and she helped him sit up.
"You're awake?"
"Mm." Xiao Fan nodded. He had slept like a log. After all, when they had cultivated in the Black Tower before, Yue Yao would settle his head on her lap once he fell asleep. After he discovered this, he began resting his head directly on her lap every time they cultivated. He was already used to it.
What? You'd pass up a soft lap to lean against the Black Tower's rock-hard floor?
How noble of you! How impressive!
Xiao Fan stretched and glanced at Xiao Fan, who was still slumped over the table. Amusement flickered in his eyes as he took Yue Yao's hand and walked outside. In the courtyard, he asked softly, "Are Xun'er and the others still not back?"
"Not yet." Yue Yao moved her somewhat stiff body, then glanced at the sky. "They should be back soon."
While the two were talking, Xiao Yan woke up inside the room.
"You're awake?"
Hearing movement behind him, Xiao Fan turned and smiled at him. "We were just talking about how Xun'er and the others should be back soon. These pills ought to have a pretty good market, after all."