Zheng Xiu tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep.
The door to his room was shut tight.
In the end, Yin Qingqing wasn't prepared and sent to his chambers, and Feng Bei had been too reserved to come in herself.
Thoughts of the Orange Cat and Ye Weiyang, a chaotic jumble, had plagued Zheng Xiu all night, making Master Zheng toss and turn.
"Sigh... if only there were someone here to talk to."
In the early morning, Pingping, sleeves rolled up, was diligently carrying a basin of fresh water to help her master wash up when she happened to overhear his muttering.
"Master! I can be a good listener! If something is troubling you, you can always talk to me about it."
As Pingping warmed a towel and gently wiped her master's face, the buttons on her blouse strained, threatening to pop. She puffed out her large chest and declared eagerly.
"How has business been at Heaven on Earth lately?"
Zheng Xiu asked offhandedly.
