Until the sun was three poles high, Pretty Girl, curled up in Tang San's arms, slightly moved. But the next moment, her body became stiff and tense.
She didn't look up, nor did she move.
Naturally, Tang San understood that she was awake and realized she was in his arms. Holding back a smile, he didn't expose her, remaining still as if he were still asleep.
A good while later, Pretty Girl, buried in his embrace, quietly lifted her head and sneakily glanced at him.
What she saw was Tang San's smiling eyes.
"Ah!" Pretty Girl let out a soft cry, quickly lowered her head, burying it in his chest again, and fiercely wriggled her body to relieve the awkwardness of the moment.
Tang San quickly embraced her tighter, speaking with a laugh and cry, "Alright, darling, stop wriggling. If you keep twisting like that, something serious is going to happen!"
A flash of silver light, and Tang San felt a lightness in his arms; the person in his embrace had vanished into thin air.
