It was already midnight, and Shen Mu was sitting at the table, looking at the still burning red candle and feeling irritated. Looking at the "Heaven and Earth Sutra" that was copied in who knows what year or month on the table, the fire in her heart was rising like the flame of a candle. Shen Mu raised his hand to lift the things off the table, but in the blink of an eye he saw his master looking at him coldly.
Mao Qiubai was only wearing a moon-white tunic, with the neckline slightly open, revealing a small section of delicate collarbone. Happy's clothes had been changed at some point, and Ru Mo's hair was still wet, and the water droplets in her hair seeped into her clothes little by little. He was holding a book and slowly pondering it under the red candle.
Shen Mu looked at his master's cold appearance as always, and for no reason he felt angry again. He threw away the book in his hand as if possessed, and slowly walked towards Mao Qiubai.
As soon as Mao Qiubai raised his eyes, he saw Shen Mu wearing a phoenix crown and wedding dress but with a silly smile on his face. Mao Qiubai couldn't help but feel amused and a little sad. Before he could think about it, Shen Mu had already walked up behind him with vigorous steps, and put a hand on his eyes to block the light.
Shen Mu lowered his head and blew gently into Mao Qiubai's ear. His other hand had reached out to Mao Qiubai's chest dishonestly. "Master, a spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold. Let's go to bed."
As soon as Mao Qiubai raised his hand, the book in his hand fell to the ground.