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Jing Beiyuan closes the door and releases the sable onto the floor. It immediately starts hunting for an escape route, ears flattened down. “Well, if you refuse to settle down, this is what happens. Ping-an is very mad about the painting. You’ll have to stay in here for the night.”
Finding nowhere to go, the sable finishes its investigation and looks at him with rounded eyes. Jing Beiyuan smiles—he had removed all possible tools of mischief earlier. “It’s late and cold, so I’m going to bed. I suggest you do the same. It’s boring in here otherwise.”
Instead, the sable sits, staring intensely at the closed door. This little thing truly is a nuisance. “Suit yourself,” Jing Beiyuan yawns as he gets into bed.
In the morning, he wakes with his head feeling hot. Half asleep, he pats his hand around the pillow until it connects with a pile of warm fur. The sable startles awake and instantly scampers away, pointedly ignoring him and sniffing around the corners of the room. When Jing Beiyuan gets up, he finds deep scratch marks all over the frames of the doors and windows. “Ah, I guess I should have expected that.”