Su Peisheng and Xia Xiazi and the others stood guard outside, while Da Pangju walked to the bedside alone and looked at Sun Miaoqing's sleeping posture.
The characters, as large as a tortoise's, were imposing. Perhaps it was his disdainful gaze that was too intense, for Sun Miaoqing slowly woke up.
The moment I opened my eyes, the chubby orange cat's squinting eyes looked just like the official from the Chinese opera "Double Happiness" appearing before me...
A song kept playing in my head.
[The 18th day of the first lunar month is an auspicious day; sorghum is being carried on the s
[Raising the red bridal gown, each foot a measure of sorrow, hastily cut...]
I can't look at this chubby orange cat anymore, how can it look so much like my husband from the ghost marriage?!
Sun Miaoqing shrank her head under the covers and refused to come out.
The chubby orange cat said in a deep voice, "I'm not fierce, why are you hiding?"
"If you don't want me to come, I'll just leave..."
Sun Miaoqing abruptly pulled the blanket down, exposing her chest and above, and shouted,
"Go away, and don't ever come back here again. You'll have to return everything I send you."
Big Fat Orange: I'll endure it...
"Alright, I was just joking with you."
"It's already this late and you're still not up. You probably didn't have breakfast, did you? You worked so hard last night yesterday, making all those milk candies. Your eyes are all bruised."
"I have tasted all the ones that were sent this morning. They taste alright, even more fragrant than honey."
Sun Miaoqing said, "It is my blessing to make Your Majesty happy. Even if I have to go three days without sleep, it is worth it."
[Haven't played mahjong in a while, and suddenly staying up all night was both tiring and exhilarating. Next time, I'll invite Hua Pangpang and Sister Mei along; it's more fun with more people. I wonder how good Da Pangju is?]
Forget it, I'd better not call him. He gets up earlier than the chickens and goes to bed later than the dogs every day. What if I call him and he collapses at the mahjong table in the middle of the game? That would be such bad luck...
Big fat orange...
He finally understood what a hypocrite was like!
How dare you complain that I'm unlucky? I bet your bad luck is yet to come!
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