C214 Snake 4

Late at night, the boy who had been grinding the ink had dozed off. He was lying on the table, a few strands of silver hair falling across his forehead. He brushed his hair back sleepily and went back to sleep.

Feimo raised his head to look at him before lowering his head again. A moment later, he took out the bamboo scroll that had been splashed with ink from under the young man's arm