"Brother Xiaoyuan, aren't you usually up by this time? Are you home?"
A clear female voice came from outside the door, as she kept knocking, trying to make herself heard inside.
"...Who's outside," Su Zhiruan muttered sleepily. She covered her head and asked in a groggy, muffled voice, not yet fully awake. She pulled the blanket over her head, irritably exclaiming, "So noisy."
At this point, Ji Xiaoyuan had also woken up. He listened to the noise outside and frowned, "I'll go and check."
With that, he got up, put on his shoes, and quickly walked out.
The shouting outside continued.
"Brother Xiaoyuan, are you home?"
When Ji Xiaoyuan stepped outside, he had already guessed who it was.
Ever since he came to this village, the widows and young maids always tried to curry favor, no matter the occasion. He was neither a greenhorn nor a young lad anymore, and he had no time to entertain these advances.
