Chapter 171

The next day. Nine o'clock in the morning. Xu An, wearing only a pair of oversized boxers, lay sprawled across the bed fast asleep in a thoroughly ungraceful posture. A streak of sunlight filtered through the gap in the curtains and fell across Xu An's thigh. Perhaps because it had lingered long enough to grow somewhat warm, Xu An, still deep in sleep, raised a hand to scratch his leg before rolling over into a new position. *Thump, thump, thump.* The sound of knocking—or rather, battering—on the door suddenly rang out.