Lu Xiaoyou stepped into the bedroom and instructed the servant to close the door.
Leaning against the door, she gazed at the spacious room. To allow Long Xiliang proper rest, the lights in the bedroom had already been turned off.
Lu Xiaoyou blinked a few times, adjusting to the darkness.
"Miemie, what do you think could cure him?" she asked her hamster in her mind.
"Huh? I have no idea," the white hamster responded, looking completely clueless.
Lu Xiaoyou: "..."
She picked up the white hamster perched on her shoulder. Grabbing the loose skin on the back of its neck, the hamster's four limbs instinctively splayed out in midair as it spun in a small circle, balanced precariously by the scruff of its neck.
The white hamster tilted its head 75 degrees to avoid making eye contact with Lu Xiaoyou.
"Miemie!" Her authoritative voice echoed in the hamster's mind:
"I just boasted in front of so many people that I could bring Long Xiliang's fever down. Now you're making me lose face!"
