By then, they had already returned to the streets of the city, and Shunyan had awakened. Seeing the little pageboy dozing and even drooling with a silly smile, he quietly slapped the back of his head.
"Smack"
"Who, who hit me? Ouch, my lychees, my fruits..." the little pageboy awoke from a beautiful dream, reluctant to leave the fruits of his dreams, slightly grumpy from being woken up.
"What if I, the young Master, hit you?"
Once the page boy clearly heard the young Master's voice, he was fully awakened, revealing an embarrassed smile: "Young Master, why did you hit me?"
"Who allowed you to drool? Do you see where we are? Are you still sleeping?"
"Oh, got it, young Master, it's such a pity about those fruits," the little pageboy was still captivated by the fruits in his dream.
"Pfft..."