The next day, Li Xiu slept soundly, only waking leisurely when the sun was already high in the sky. The room still faintly held the lingering, indescribable, and amorous atmosphere from the night before. Li Xiu stretched languidly, got up, washed as usual, dressed nimbly, and finally pushed open the door.
The courtyard was bustling with life. Xiao Qingqing, like a lively little sprite, was joyfully chasing a small bird; her laughter, crisp as silver bells, echoed around the yard. Red Hare was sprawled comfortably in a shady spot, dozing; its four bright red hooves, illuminated by the sunlight, looked like four small, smoldering fireballs, particularly striking.
Yan Jing and Yan Shasha had already prepared breakfast: fragrant millet porridge, perfectly boiled eggs, and several delicate side dishes. Sister Chunhua called out warmly, "Brother Xiu, time to eat."
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