「The following morning.」
After breakfast, Zhou Li finished washing the dishes and returned to his room, planning to lie down for a bit longer.
The bamboo mat was cool and pleasant to the touch, and the thin blanket carried a soft, soothing scent of soap. Since there wasn't much to do in the mountains, he could continue lying there until ten in the morning.
It was the life a salted fish could only dream of.
"MEOW!"
Tuanzi jumped onto the bed, leaped high into the air, and then landed heavily, right on Zhou Li's chest.
Zhou Li's expression was calm. "Lord Dumpling, that hurts."
"That's just how cats are, you know!"
"Sigh..."
"MEOW!"
Tuanzi approached Zhou Li's hand, treating it as prey. She began to play-fight, nibbling and scratching, her eyes darting around, seemingly indifferent to his feelings.
"Don't run away from Zhou Ni's hand!"
"MEOW!"
"Zhou Ni, let Lord Dumpling have a bite!"
