115 Chapter 115- The Beauty’s Awakening
Golden daffodils dance lightly as the evening breeze blew past the wide prairie. Under the old oak tree in the middle of the sea of flowers, a beauty is silently lying unconscious with a patch of herbal leaves on her forehead.
Her lips are pursed into a thin line and there is a knot in her forehead due to the slight discomfort that she is feeling. Her white silk robe was tainted by some dirt from lying there at the ground.
Beside her is a little bonfire being fanned by a scholarly figure scratching his waist-length golden hair. His almond-shaped emerald eyes blinked a few time at the sleeping deity when he saw that her fingers began to twitch.
It was getting cold as the night goes deeper and she doesn't have any cloak to warm herself. Under the full moon, the scholarly man stood and took of his cloak to cover her.
Eh? I thought she'd wake up now. *pouts* he lightly scratched his head again. Why is she such a sleepyhead? Is she still unconscious from falling from the tree? The man left for a bit to get something near the area.
Feeling the warmth of the cloak on her, XIaxia woke up from her stupor. She slowly opened her eyes to see what's happening. She roamed her eyes around to find out that she is still in the same lab room where the mistress going to be subjected to the holy dream project.
This…
She didn't die?
She could still feel the discomforting pain on her forehead. She looked up and noticed that it is already evening now…
Wait…
Is there an evening feature of the Mistress' chamber? Where is----
A glint of anger flashed through Xiaxia's eyes. Mo Zhaoshan, I will find you and I will kill you!
Uhm… wait…is that a line a got from a movie? Ugh. Forget it.
She tried to sit and endure the searing pain on her head.
Rustle, Rustle
"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Bai Xia quickly ran to the back of the tree upon seeing a man coming towards the bonfire with some more twigs and leaves.
Her lips are pursed into a thin line and there is a knot in her forehead due to the slight discomfort that she is feeling. Her white silk robe was tainted by some dirt from lying there at the ground.
Beside her is a little bonfire being fanned by a scholarly figure scratching his waist-length golden hair. His almond-shaped emerald eyes blinked a few time at the sleeping deity when he saw that her fingers began to twitch.
It was getting cold as the night goes deeper and she doesn't have any cloak to warm herself. Under the full moon, the scholarly man stood and took of his cloak to cover her.
Eh? I thought she'd wake up now. *pouts* he lightly scratched his head again. Why is she such a sleepyhead? Is she still unconscious from falling from the tree? The man left for a bit to get something near the area.
Feeling the warmth of the cloak on her, XIaxia woke up from her stupor. She slowly opened her eyes to see what's happening. She roamed her eyes around to find out that she is still in the same lab room where the mistress going to be subjected to the holy dream project.
This…
She didn't die?
She could still feel the discomforting pain on her forehead. She looked up and noticed that it is already evening now…
Wait…
Is there an evening feature of the Mistress' chamber? Where is----
A glint of anger flashed through Xiaxia's eyes. Mo Zhaoshan, I will find you and I will kill you!
Uhm… wait…is that a line a got from a movie? Ugh. Forget it.
She tried to sit and endure the searing pain on her head.
Rustle, Rustle
"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Bai Xia quickly ran to the back of the tree upon seeing a man coming towards the bonfire with some more twigs and leaves.