The sun was beating down on my buttocks, but Wenqing was still nestling on the broken straw mat. She turned over and covered her head with the quilt.
"Wenqing! Wenqing, get up!"
Senior Brother Zhao Tiezhu's broken gong voice came from outside the door, making the window paper shake. Wenqing pretended to be dead and remained motionless. Zhao Tiezhu knocked on the door a few more times and cursed: "You said that you are an outer disciple who sleeps until midnight every day and is at the bottom of the list in cultivation. You don't even go to morning classes. Are you still shameless?"
Wen Qing muttered in bed: "No, no, no, just take it."
