The first day of the Lunar New Year.
Zhou Li woke from a deep sleep, feeling an extraordinary warmth in his bed that made him reluctant to leave. The only thing missing was Lord Dumpling. A cat's body temperature is slightly higher than a human's, so if Lord Dumpling were there, the bed would always be even warmer. Indeed, Lord Dumpling was a divine artifact for the winter.
Brother Nan must be sleeping extra warm, right? Zhou Li felt somewhat discontented.
"AAH..." He yawned, then decided to get up. But before getting out of bed, he stretched one hand out from under the covers, feeling the chilly morning air. Then, he knocked on the wooden frame of the bed.
"KNOCK-KNOCK!"
The upper bunk compressed the space above his head, and the room was dimly lit. However, Zhou Li didn't feel oppressed at all. Instead, he experienced an inexplicable sense of security.
