"Durin Little Mr. drank quite a lot yesterday, and only woke up at a little past noon today."
Seeing Durin holding his forehead and entering the garden, Chief Ping said with a smile.
"Don't even mention it. Yesterday, more than a hundred young people from the Pang family lined up to toast me. By the end, I forgot how I managed to fall asleep." Durin covered his forehead, his memory only reached the point of returning to the Candle Dragon Hall, pushing open the door and entering his room, then everything after that was blank. Anyway, he slept until now, and found that his clothes had been changed, his body washed, and even the fur on his Dragon Tail seemed to have been washed and blown dry, with an extraordinary softness to it.
