Wei Luo staggered up again, and as she walked past He Kao, she gave his shoulder a pat, as if to express admiration or praise, carrying with her a scent of alcohol and her body fragrance, then headed to the small bedroom opposite.
She still sat by the bed, patting the pillow and the bed frame with her hands, her feet dangling as she played with her shoes.
In early August according to the solar calendar, it was the hottest time in Qi Yuan. She had taken off her thin sun-protective clothing, wearing only a tight-fitting short-sleeve top underneath, which complemented her figure, and her arms were also fair and tender.
He Kao stood at the door and said, "Weren't you going to sleep? What are you doing now? If you're not satisfied with this bed, there's a carpenter's workbench on the second floor; the weather's not cold anyway, you could lay out a mat and sleep there."
Wei Luo: "A carpenter's workbench? You actually still use that… quite playful!"
