Sang Wan listened intently and for a long while did not hear Shi Fengju take out the bedding from the cabinet to lay a sleeping mat on the floor. She couldn't bear it anymore, and, lifting a corner of the mosquito net, she peeked outside to see that Shi Fengju had already fallen asleep on the table, deep in slumber. She felt both annoyed and amused, hurriedly wrapped herself in a robe, and tiptoed out of bed.
Taking into account that he was drunk and muddled, she decided not to hold it against him. But if she were to let him lie there all night, who knew whether he would wake up with sore arms and a stiff neck and throw a tantrum because of it? If that really happened, it would be an unprovoked disaster.
So, Sang Wan helped him make a sleeping mat on the floor, and then went over to gently shake him: "Young master! Young master!"
"Hm? Is it dawn already? Is it time to get up?" Shi Fengju raised his head groggily.
