Su Xiaoxiao woke up again in the early hours before dawn.
She naturally opened her eyes.
Clutching her small quilt, she watched the curtains sway in the darkness above.
She had just had a somewhat embarrassing dream.
Su Xiaoxiao dreamed of that morning at Qiantang Mountain, when she had woken Zhao Rong early, helping him with his reading while playing the role of the charming lady adding fragrance to the scholar's sleeve—fulfilling her wish for a tale of talented men and beautiful ladies.
In the darkness, the little Fox Demon's eyes sparkled as her rosy cheeks tinged with a bashful pink.
It was supposed to be a morning of reading with added fragrance, but Zhao Rong ended up being naughty after reading for a while.
As they read, he suddenly closed the windows, under the pretext of teaching her to play a new instrument named 'xiao.'
How could he be so naughty... Su Xiaoxiao buried her blushing face into the quilt, her ears turning a shade of red in the dark.
