Zheng Qing lay on the six-pillar bed in the dormitory, his body resting on a mat of finely woven rattan. It was already the end of May, and after the Dragon Boat Festival, the weather was getting hotter. Everyone in the dormitory, except Dylan, had laid out bamboo mats.
Dylan's coffin had many slots for embedding runes. In winter, he would use warmth-preserving charms, and in summer, insect repelling and cooling charms, so he didn't need to prepare bamboo mats like everyone else.
In fact, Zheng Qing always felt that Dylan embedding insect repelling charms on his coffin was a waste. There were no mosquitoes inside the coffin to bother him, and outside the coffin, the buzzing mosquitoes could not affect the sleeping Blood Werewolf dormmate.
Fat Cat lazily called out.
