Inside the warm house, the heavy blankets shifted slightly as Su Qinglan slowly woke up. She hadn't actually slept for very long, but her body felt incredibly light after the short rest.
The moment her senses returned, a mouth-watering, deeply aromatic scent of rich soup washed over her. Her stomach let out a loud growl; she was so incredibly hungry that she felt as though her very soul could float out of her body just to get a taste of whatever was cooking.
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she poked her head out from beneath the thick layer of animal fur blankets.
Across the room, bathed in the gentle glow of the fire, Shi Feng was standing by the table, carefully stirring a steaming pot.
The moment she stirred, Shi Feng's lion ears twitched. He turned his head and caught her peeking at him like a sleepy little cub. A warm, incredibly tender smile broke across his handsome face.
