When Vivian woke up from her dreams, Shen Sui was sitting by the bed peeling an orange.
"Good morning, Vivian." Shen Sui sensed Vivian's presence and said with a smile.
Outside the window, the bright morning light poured into the room through the window.
Under the blessing of magic, the room's temperature was very warm, completely insulating it from the winter chill outside. But Vivian wasn't in a hurry to get out of bed; she tugged at the quilt, wrapping herself tighter, evidently planning to stay in bed longer.
"You've already slept for over ten hours, and you still want more?" Shen Sui stuffed the peeled orange into Vivian's quilt, the sudden cold feeling made Vivian reluctantly crawl out of bed, take a bite of the orange, and mumble, "I've been busy for hundreds of years; can't I just rest properly for once? Not sleeping for a few years is already quite good."
