bullyxtreme Chapter 335 The Traditional Arts of the Hearth House
Chapter 335 The Traditional Arts of the Hearth House
As the curtain of night sky was gradually gilded by the newborn dawn, the eastern mountain peaks cast flickering shadows on the lake, and Sumeru City welcomed another ordinary morning.
The morning breeze, carrying the unique moisture of the stream, blew through the palm trees, and glistened dewdrops on the petals of the Sumeru rose.
It was a wonderful morning, especially after a light rain overnight, with the fresh scent of earth and grass.
However, Mu Feng, who was still fast asleep in bed, had a furrowed brow, as if he was having a bad dream.
The little girl I met on the roadside started with a zero-frame technique, transforming into the Dragon King Ruoduo, holding a calculator and shouting something about Morax clearing everything while pressing zero. He had two pieces of poultry and some fungus. How could he have such a dream?
Damn it, did Lambad Tavern sell him fake alcohol?
Mu Feng groggily opened his eyes and vaguely felt a tightness in his chest, as if something was pressing down on him.
Mu Feng was startled, and the last trace of sleepiness flew to Sky Island to meet Fanes in a fraction of a second.
Although he was somewhat interested in cute dragon lolis, things like Ruoduo were still a bit too advanced for him.
It's better to leave this kind of thing to Morax to handle himself. By the way, what's that saying again?
If I had to choose one, I'd prefer that it was someone stabbing me in the back with a knife.
Well, no need to thank him for this. His given name is Feng, but everyone calls him Lei Feng.
Meanwhile, a guest elder who was having morning tea in Liyue Harbor felt a chill run down his spine and suddenly had an ominous premonition.
Perhaps the head of the hall is about to come and demand an explanation about the bill.
Zhongli calmly put down her teacup, not paying much attention.
"Shopkeeper, please bring another serving of the best lotus pastry. As usual, put it on the bill for the Rebirth Hall."
"Alright! Please wait a moment, sir, the snacks will be here shortly."
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Of course, the person was completely unaware of what was happening in Liyue Harbor at that time. Fortunately, the dream was just a false alarm.
Mu Feng glanced at the culprit pinning him down, then at the wide-open window, and immediately understood everything.
Great, they climbed through the window in the middle of the night, we're doomed.
This is actually an old tradition in fireplace homes.
The reason was that when they were little, Clementine and her friends liked to sneak into his room late at night when no one was around to play.
Since it was late at night, it would be inappropriate to openly walk through the door.
Therefore, climbing out the window became the only viable option.
Even after they grew up, the girls still habitually avoided using the front door and instead climbed in and out through the window.
In this respect, not only Clementine and Pepe, but even Elodie, who is usually quite quiet, is no exception.
The fireplace house has its own unique way of sneaking out.
Mu Feng sighed, rubbing his forehead. He had been careless and hadn't dodged.
Clearly, ordinary window locks are no challenge for them.
Meanwhile, Clementine was fast asleep, half-lying on Mu Feng, completely unaware that she had been exposed.
The girl's lower abdomen was partially exposed, one hand resting on her fair belly, her legs dangling in the air along the edge of the bed, and a glistening tear on her lips. Her sleeping posture was, to put it mildly, terrible.
In comparison, Elodie's sleeping posture was much more restrained.
Her signature twin ponytails cascaded down loosely, adding to the serene beauty of the girl's sleeping face.
In addition, the refreshing bubble-like orange scent is probably the smell of the shampoo that singers and actresses usually use, which is very pleasant.
Mu Feng helplessly brushed aside the pink hair that was about to fall to his mouth, picked up a strand of hair and brushed it against the girl's face.
This girl has always been a terrible sleeper; she doesn't even realize when she's exposed. Well, luckily, he's the only gentleman here.
However, Clementine merely frowned slightly, turned over, and burrowed into the covers, remaining motionless.
It seems that it has no intention of waking up at all.
Mu Feng silently glanced at the drool smeared on his pajamas collar, then at the girl who was still giggling in her sleep, and forcibly resisted the urge to reach out and pinch her cheeks.
Don't get angry, don't get angry, this is our own pet.
It's a pity I don't have a camera on hand right now, otherwise as long as I leave evidence, little Clay would be at his mercy.
Hmph, you don't want these photos to leak out either, do you?
As dawn broke and it was still early, Mu Feng pulled a corner of the blanket over Clementine, gently kissed Elodie's forehead, and, succumbing to the overwhelming sleepiness, decided to go back to sleep.
He slept for another hour or so, until dawn broke, when the wise man finally yawned and pushed open the door to his room.
The room was empty. Clementine and Elodie had vanished without a trace, having woken up sometime earlier.
Well, perhaps "fleeing from justice" would be a more appropriate term.
However, now, only the water stains on the collar of someone's pajamas remain as evidence that the two had just been there.
When Mu Feng went downstairs, he passed by their room. The door was still tightly closed. He could only shake his head helplessly and did not wake them up. Instead, he went down the stairs to the restaurant alone.
It's the weekend, and most of the girls are still asleep. Except for Farusan, who is used to waking up early, the table is rather deserted.
At that moment, the girl was taking small bites of a leftover coconut charcoal cake from yesterday while wielding a quill pen to correct papers.
Seemingly hearing footsteps behind her, Farusan didn't turn around, but simply said "Good morning" in a flat tone.
"Good morning. There are still some coconut charcoal cakes left. To be honest, I didn't think anyone would get up this early."
Mu Feng automatically ignored the topic of coconut charcoal cakes, leaned forward and gently massaged Farusan's shoulders, smiling as he said good morning.
"Good morning, front... cough cough, I mean, sweetie."
The girl comfortably squinted her eyes, a slight smile playing on her lips. She was about to nod in satisfaction when she noticed something amiss.
This guy still doesn't know how to respect his seniors.
Farusan rolled her eyes at Mu Feng, annoyed. She opened her mouth to say something, but was stopped by someone who had ambushed her.
The girl's beautiful light green heterochromatic eyes widened slightly, and a blush instantly spread across her fair face, her mind going completely blank.
Thud, that's the sound of a quill pen rolling to the ground.
Farusan gave a token push in embarrassment and annoyance, but her body was too weak to exert any strength, so she could only half-heartedly let the man do as he pleased.
After all, in her heart, she had long since accepted his place, but the proud senior was too embarrassed to admit it.
After a long while, their lips parted, the girl wiped the water stains from the corner of her mouth, and glared fiercely at the culprit.
She saw that someone was getting bolder and bolder; she hadn't even settled accounts with her senior for bringing so many girls home yet.
Disrespectful disciple, what will become of the elders' authority if things continue like this?
"Hmph, hurry up and go, don't disturb the senior's revision of the paper."
Farusan picked up the fallen quill and poked Mu Feng twice, uttered a few light scolding words, and made a gesture as if to shoo him away.
But clearly, the sweet girl wasn't really angry; it was just the emotions of a girl who was over a hundred years old.
If I leave now, that would be a real problem.
Mu, the master of emotions, naturally understood this principle. So, instead of leaving, he grinned and moved closer to Farusan, as if he was determined not to leave.
Farusan had no choice but to acquiesce to the guy's little tricks and pretend nothing was wrong as she continued to grade papers.
"Um, Sweetie... Senior, you're holding your thesis upside down."
Farusian: ...
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