The room was dimly lit.
Although the curtains were drawn tight, it wasn't pitch-black. Xin Huohuo had a habit of never turning off the bathroom light when she stayed in hotels. In a typical budget hotel, the room wouldn't have been this large. From the wall by the entrance, one could see the bed not far away. On it was a dark shape—the slim back of someone lying on their side, motionless save for the steady rise and fall of their breath.
"Bullshit!" Yan Huo scoffed, not even bothering to lower his voice. "This mortal woman sleeps like a pig. No, let me correct that—she sleeps like a piglet."
"Is there a difference?"
