"Ah..."
Qiu Feng, standing outside the study door, was dumbstruck. It took him a long moment to process the bizarre story. "Is that... so?"
"Uh..."
Inside the study, Chai Chai grimaced. Li Ang's lifetime reputation is ruined in an instant.
Qiu Feng hesitated. "Then... shall I bring you some Clothes?"
"No, no, no, I'm quite comfortable as I am," Chai Chai said, giving up. "The temperature is just right. It's actually more comfortable without Clothes; it feels cool and pleasant."
"Alright then."
Qiu Feng could only say, "So I'll hang the gift on the door? That way, you'll see it when you open it."
"Mm."
Chai Chai heard a rustling sound from outside the door.
Qiu Feng finished hanging the sachet and stepped back half a pace. He imagined Li Ang's reaction to seeing the gift—a mix of shyness and panic. Somewhat flustered, he said, "The hangover soup will be ready soon. I'll go check on it in the backyard."
With that, he quickly ran toward the backyard.
"Phew..."
