Finally cleaned up, Fu Wenzi trotted happily toward the tent.
Although he was clean now and his skin was fair again, the dark circles under his eyes and his stubble stood out all the more.
He still looked a little scruffy.
"Whoa..."
"What a huge tent."
"Whoa... There are tables and chairs, and food, too."
"So much food, and drinks. There's even milk tea, and fruit..."
The more Fu Wenzi looked, the more envious he became.
Boohoo... What kind of life had he been living?
"Little brother, did you come out here to find me or go on vacation? You've got it way too good."
Fu Nanshan did not even look at him.
His wounds had been treated, too.
Once the filthy black fluid had been cleaned away, the wounds had visibly healed a great deal.
After getting dressed, he went inside the tent.
Fu Wenzi cradled a cup of milk tea and drank, stuffing pastries into his mouth nonstop.
He did not touch the fruit. Though it looked delicious, he had eaten so much fruit in the mountains that he was sick of it.
After eating for a while, his eyes narrowed with drowsiness.
He had been so unlucky these past few days, day and night alike, that he had barely slept.
Once his belly was full, he crawled groggily into the tent.
He still knew where he could sleep comfortably.
Fu Nanshan, who was meditating, lifted his eyelids to glance at him.
Fu Wenzi mumbled a greeting, then crawled under the covers to sleep.
He also instinctively wrapped his arms around the sweet-smelling, milky little bundle beside him.
So comfy~
Qin Yan made a few sleepy noises, but soon found herself a comfortable position and went back to sleep.
Meimei, however, had been squashed underneath him.
Furious, its