Early the next morning, when Shen Qiang opened his eyes, the Sleeping Fire Lotus Demon Ke Bizhu, dressed in a short nightgown, was lying on top of him. Her charming eyes sparkled, and the whiteness of her feet, raised behind her, shone like freshly peeled boiled eggs in the sunlight streaming through the non-blackout curtains.
Looking into her enchanting eyes and smelling the faint fragrance of the Sleeping Fire Lotus, Shen Qiang, whose forehead had been tickled by her hanging hair, couldn't help but laugh: "I think we should change to blackout curtains, the kind that keeps the room dark even when it's sunny outside."
Upon hearing this, the Sleeping Fire Lotus Demon Ke Bizhu, her eyes curved with laughter, playfully said: "No way, you're up to something naughty."
