The Daily Life of a Lazy Author Transmigrating into a Book and Doing Nothing

"Ladies, the master has sent a maid to help you with your hair and makeup."

Lying in bed, Yu Xianxian heard this annoying sound, like an alarm clock. She groggily opened her eyes, looked at the dimly lit sky outside the window, turned over, and prepared to fall back asleep.

Well, it's barely dawn, how could anyone wake her up? She must be dreaming.

"Two young ladies, young ladies..."

Perhaps the dream was too real, but Yu Xianxian seemed to hear that annoying call again, and even felt someone patting her shoulder.

"Xianxian, wake up."

Sigh, why does that voice sound so much like Yunmeng's? Could it be that she was dreaming about Senior Sister Yun?

Yu Xianxian groggily rolled back over, and through the two slits of her eyelids, she could actually vaguely see Yunmeng.

"Senior Sister Yun?"

Yunmeng looked at Yu Xianxian, who was clearly still half asleep on the bed, and gently patted her shoulder.

"It's my turn, time to get up."

"Hehehe, I actually dreamed about Senior Sister Yun."

This is completely irrelevant; it's obvious the two aren't on the same wavelength, and Yu Xianxian is clearly the one who's lost touch.

"Senior Sister Yun, you are so beautiful."

Since it was a dream, Yu Xianxian's lecherous nature was completely exposed. She started taking advantage of the other person's hand as soon as she grabbed it. If it weren't for their seven years of relationship, Yunmeng might have already chopped off those two restless hands.

But now she simply broke free from Yu Xianxian's hand, her expression strange.

"Yu Xianxian".

"Yes, I'm here."

In these seven years, Yunmeng only called Yu Xianxian by her original name when she was truly angry, and each time this represented the calm before the storm.

So, on a conditioned reflex, Yu Xianxian sat up abruptly—well, in a posture ready to run away at any moment.

"Get up quickly."

"Oh, senior sister, what time is it? Why are you up already?"

For Yu Xianxian, a lazybones who always sleeps until she naturally wakes up, being woken up is the most terrifying thing.

"What time? It's already past 5 AM."

"Mao Shi (5-7 AM)?"

Yu Xianxian did the math in her head and realized that it was between five and seven o'clock.

Good heavens, let alone five o'clock, even seven o'clock, Yu Xianxian, who gets up at nine o'clock every day, would never dare to think about it.

Her biological clock, ingrained for over a decade, was deeply ingrained in her genes. On Lingyao Peak, Yu Xianxian had little to do besides tending to the flowers and plants, eating, and sleeping. Getting up was entirely up to her own initiative, so she naturally continued her good habit of waking up at nine o'clock.

"Senior sister, can I sleep a little longer?"

Yu Xianxian yawned, and in the short time it took to speak, her head gradually drooped down again, and even her eyelids began to droop.

I really can't get up this early!

Unfortunately, Yunmeng clearly wasn't buying it; she was heartless and cruel.

“No, they are the hosts and we are the guests. Since the hosts have already sent people to help us with our hair and makeup, how can we continue to lie in bed? It would be too disrespectful.”

"Now that you're done with your makeup, I'll be fine like this. I'll sleep a little longer, and wake me up when you're done."

Yu Xianxian yawned again, already planning to crawl back into her warm bed.

Yunmeng: ...

You can never wake someone who is pretending to be asleep, and Yunmeng can never wake up Yu Xianxian who wants to sleep.

"Ugh."

Finally, she glanced at the silkworm cocoon on the bed, performed a simple cleansing on herself, and then opened the door.

"What's the matter?"

"Ah, cough, the master was afraid that he would not be able to entertain you properly, so he specially sent me to do your hair and makeup."

The maid who had been calling at the door for a long time clearly didn't expect the door to open suddenly, and paused for a second before revealing her purpose.

"No need. My sister and I have been traveling the world for many years and are used to handling everything ourselves. Please thank the city lord for his kindness."

When Yunmeng wore a veil and had a cold expression, she looked like someone who was not to be approached.

But the maid in front of her smiled just right and said, "In that case, I'll take my leave. But the master also instructed that once you're ready, please come to the front hall for breakfast. Would you like to go now?"

Please? What a fine word, "please," leaving no room for refusal whatsoever. Yunmeng couldn't see any difference between this "please" and a request.

If there is any difference, it's probably that this statement is presented in a more high-sounding and respectable way.

"Since it is the city lord's good intention, thank you for your trouble."

Although Yunmeng's smile was not clearly visible, the slight curve of her eyebrows and eyes accentuated her beauty.

Even the maid in front of him seemed momentarily stunned, but quickly recovered and said:

"What about the other young lady? Doesn't the young lady want to wake her up for her meal?"

"Oh, my sister is naughty and never gets a proper rest at night, so she needs to sleep a little longer."

"I see. I will instruct the kitchen to prepare an extra breakfast for her and send it to her room. Now, please, young lady."

"Thank you, I appreciate your help."

……

When Yu Xianxian finally managed to crawl out of her warm bed, Yunmeng had already been sitting in front of the dressing table for who knows how long, with a steaming food box on the tea table next to her.

Good morning, senior sister.

Yu Xianxian got dressed, got out of bed, and ran to the tea table to open the food box and start eating.

Hmm, not too hot, not too cold, the temperature is just right.

By now, she had long forgotten the little incident from that morning, and even if she did remember, she would only assume it was a dream. But are there really dreams that actually wake you up? Oh well, whatever.

Yu Xianxian continued eating and drinking without a care in the world, and even picked up a steamed bun and handed it towards Yunmeng.

"Senior sister, would you like something to eat? It's still hot. I didn't expect the food boxes in the city lord's mansion to keep food warm so well. Or maybe they got up too late, so breakfast was cooked late too."

Yunmeng, who has been thinking since just now: ...

It seems she shouldn't tell her that she reheated the food twice or that someone was the last person to get up in the entire mansion. For no other reason than that she was afraid Yu Xianxian would feel inferior if she knew.

Although the probability of this happening is comparable to the resurrection of the Demon Lord.

"No, I was just thinking about something."

Hearing Yunmeng say it wasn't necessary, Yu Xianxian naturally stuffed the steamed bun into her mouth and asked indistinctly, "What's wrong?"

"The relationship between City Lord Zhou Tianyi and his daughter Zhou Yun seems to be somewhat unusual."

"Cough cough."

Upon hearing this, Yu Xianxian choked on her steamed bun.

She patted her chest twice, and after recovering, she asked impatiently, "What unusual relationship?"

Could it be like in those melodramatic soap operas, where the daughter looks like the deceased wife, causing the father to develop unusual feelings for her?

Ah, I can't take it anymore, Yu Xianxian's gossip spirit is about to ignite.

"Zhou Tianyi's words to his daughter were less about indulgence and more about obedience. Tell me, what father in the world would listen to his daughter's every word and show fear when threatened?"

"Oh, so that's what makes it unusual."

After listening, Yu Xianxian instantly lost interest. Okay, she forgot, it wasn't some exciting melodramatic soap opera after all.