Li Luxian waited for a long time. When Chen Yi didn't come back, he began to grow worried.
Finally, half an hour later, his patience ran thin. Getting up, he decided to see what had taken her so long. However just as he pushed open the main door, the scene before him stunned him.
"Chen Yi, what... are you doing?"
"Oh, you came?" Chen Yi craned her neck back and gave him a nothing-is-wrong-with-anything smile before turning back. "I wonder who is he." Squatting over the porch, before a man who lay unconscious over his stomach, her brows furrowed into a frown. The man's tongue sticking out, he was totally out.
Chen Yi played with a thin stick in her hands that seemed to have been ripped off from a nearby tree. At intervals, she would poke the unconscious man's face with the stick as if trying to rouse him awake.
"What... happened?" Li Luxian had big question marks hovering over his head as he approached Chen Yi.