After refusing Xin's probing interview attempt, Zheng Qing immediately jumped into his four-poster bed and burrowed under the covers. In less than a second, he was snoring loudly.
The other three outside the curtains looked at one another.
"I never said I was definitely going to do anything." The fat wizard spread his hands innocently. "Brother Scum is just too sensitive... he jumps at everything."
The snoring inside the curtains stopped abruptly, followed by the faint sound of teeth grinding.
Xin shrugged with difficulty and turned to Dylan.
"Are you still going to class?" he asked eagerly. "Is there any chance you could bring back another special edition... If going out at this hour wouldn't get me beaten by Fifth Master Ni, I wouldn't be troubling you."
The Vampire Werewolf removed his cufflinks, tossed them to the house-elf, and curled his lip. "After something like this happened, who would still go to class... Evening classes aren't compulsory. I can make up anything I miss during the day."
Xin sighed. When he turned to Xiao Xiao again, he found that the short wizard had changed into pajamas as well.
Faster than a transformation spell.
That was a very polite second refusal. Fatty Xin wisely did not speak again and obediently sat back on his bed. The sturdy four-poster bed let out a heavy groan, and Tuantuan, who had been snoring comfortably, flicked his tail in irritation.
Diagonally across from him.
In the final second before lying down in his coffin, Dylan propped himself up on the coffin lid with an elbow and stared at Zheng Qing's curtains. After a long while, he suddenly asked, "Brother Scum, you really are a wizard, right?"
The snoring inside Zheng Qing's curtains stopped for several seconds.
Even through the curtains, the others seemed able to