Zhi'er smiled noncommittally.
"Even immortals need to be down to earth. I've been trying really hard to adapt to the life here."
Tang Qian stood up, "I've made the bed for you. If you want to take a shower, you can use the bathroom, it's over there."
Zhi'er thanked her and went into the bathroom.
At night, they turned off the lights and quickly fell asleep.
Seven o'clock in the morning.
Tang Qian got up to go to the bathroom. Stretching lazily as she passed Zhi'er's room, she suddenly stopped.
What does an immortal look like when sleeping?
Thinking about this, her hand had already gripped the door handle, and she quietly pushed the door open.
The room was dim; outside the window, the sky showed a pale light blue.
Zhi'er was wrapped in the quilt, her black hair spread across the entire pillow.
She wore the nightgown Tang Qian had cleaned, looking too beautiful to be mortal.
Tang Qian silently retreated, closing the door.
