Lin Guang felt something was perched on his head.
The pressure and furry sensation on his head made him open his sleepy eyes. As the scent of mint shampoo wafted into his nose, he realized who the little rascal on his head was.
"Yip—!"
There was a sensation on his face as if it had been scraped by tiny barbs. The little guy licked Lin Guang a few times, seemingly greeting him with a cheerful voice.
"You're up quite early."
Lin Guang grabbed the little fox, quickly moving it aside, and scratched his head in confusion: "Did I have another dream?"
Mostly, Lin Guang uses meditation instead of sleeping, so he doesn't sleep much. But it seems he's had a dream the last few times he slept.
He couldn't remember exactly what the dream was about.
