"I don't dislike it. I like you best," the boss said casually, his gaze never leaving the Magic Phone screen.
"So perfunctory." The employee pouted in dissatisfaction.
Outside the window, everything was shrouded in mist. Distant mountains could not be seen, nor could the lake; sky and earth blurred together, as though they were traveling amidst clouds. The morning mist was quiet, broken only now and then by a few crisp birdcalls. There was no wind, only tranquil stillness.
Luo Chuan looked at the Magic Phone.
Yao Ziyan narrowed her eyes, looking languid. She wore a thin white nightgown, her long hair spread across the bed. The slightest movement made her uncomfortable; she always felt like she was lying on her hair.
"Boss, you're pressing on my hair."
"Your hair is too long. Want me to tie it up for you?"
"No, that would be uncomfortable..."
She slowly got up and came to the window, taking a deep breath of the mist among the trees. This was not smog, but mist condensed from the purest spiritual energy, beneficial to the body.
With his exceptional eyesight, Luo Chuan could vaguely make out early-rising students cultivating beneath the hazy morning sun.
The plan for a day lay in the morning, and cultivation was no different. Dawn was when Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy was at its purest and most active.
Yao Ziyan got up, tied her hair, and stretched lazily, revealing her snow-white fragrant shoulder and the faint curve of her waist.
Luo Chuan stood by the window in a daze. Perhaps because the morning was slightly chilly, he could not help sneezing and rubbing his nose.
They went out for breakfast.
Cloud and mist rose in swirls like white gauze. There were not many students out in the early morning, and