The next morning.
Shao Zifeng woke from his sleep, stretching languidly against the cold rock wall.
The campfire was still burning, and if not for the significantly reduced pile of wood behind it, he would have thought he hadn't slept for long.
Noticing the obvious signs of friction near the woodpile, Shao Zifeng quickly understood that Yaya was responsible.
He looked at the toothed dragon with a smile, "Yaya, good morning."
Yaya was lying on her side with a sulky face, silent.
"Yaya, good morning."
Shao Zifeng asked again.
The amber vertical pupils shifted. Realizing that Shao Zifeng was still smiling at it, Yaya felt seen through and a bit guilty.
"Woof—"
It let out an impatient, low growl and turned its heavy body away from him.
This person is really annoying!
So tsundere!
Shao Zifeng criticized silently but didn't mind.
He stood up feeling refreshed. He hadn't woken up naturally like this in a long time since arriving in Antarctica.
