Tap, tap, tap~
Dawn had barely broken when the soft, rapid knocking on the door reached the curtained bed, where a faint fragrance still lingered.
With his extraordinarily long reach, Xie Jinhuan held two of his slumbering wings in each arm. Only when he heard the daily wake-up call did he realize it was already light. He glanced to either side and saw that they were all exhausted and sleeping soundly. Rather than wake them, he stealthily withdrew his arms and bent down to give each a good-morning kiss. But when he reached Wanyi, he paused slightly.
She had been so engrossed yesterday that she had fallen asleep after enjoying herself and never gone back.
Although she was using Zisu's body, their personalities were utterly different, and their expressions and habits naturally differed greatly too. Even asleep, Wanyi looked gentle and intellectual, while Zisu was livelier and more spirited.
Yet the girl lying on the pillow now seemed to possess both qualities, making it hard to tell who she was.
Xie Jinhuan blinked, a little puzzled. But whichever one she was, she was still a valued patron. Upholding his professional code, he bent down and gave her two good-morning kisses anyway, then rose, tucked the quilt around them, and stepped outside.
Creak~
The passage outside was dark, while mist and autumn rain shrouded the boat. With no view of the riverbanks, he had no idea where they were. Coal Ball, who had steered all night, was now crouching on the windowsill, covered in droplets. Narrowed eyes held a measure of murderous intent, clearly saying, Oh, you're awake?
Do you know what this bird went through all night?
Do you have any conscience at all...
Making Coal Ball steer while he shared a quilt with a bedful of women really had