Jiang Ruyi closed her eyes, took Lu Ran's hand, and gently rubbed her cheek against his palm.
It was an incomparably reassuring feeling, one that left her slightly intoxicated.
Having just returned from the battlefield, the icy killing intent lingering in her heart quietly faded away as well.
The thick fog made for excellent cover.
Ordinarily, with outsiders present, Jiang Ruyi would not have behaved so intimately. Yet when she inadvertently opened her eyes, she was startled to discover that the mist had already thinned considerably.
The furnishings in the room were faintly visible.
Jiang Ruyi immediately turned her eyes toward Yu Changsheng, who was seated below.
What sort of person was the strategist?
Yu Changsheng had been looking elsewhere all along, muttering under his breath as though immersed in his own world, pondering something.
Those of the Lofty Heaven Realm had exceptionally keen senses of their surroundings.
Jiang Ruyi had been influenced by her Dao Heart and completely immersed in a certain emotion, which was understandable. But Yu Changsheng?
How could he possibly have failed to notice the thinning fog?
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Lu Ran smiled at Yu Changsheng, then turned his head and lowered his eyes to look at Jiang Xianzi.
The unceasing flames of war had tempered this beautiful Xianmo Flower into something even colder and more austere.
The gradually reddening cheeks softened some of her icy beauty, allowing Lu Ran to find traces of the deskmate from his memories.
"Who successfully advanced?" Jiang Ruyi tossed aside Lu Ran's hand.
Lu Ran pursed his lips.
So she threw him away after using him?
Heh.
Women!
Jiang Ruyi rose onto her toes and lightly kicked Lu Ran's shin. "I'm asking you a question."
"I don't know." Lu Ran had no sense of the situation whatsoever. He remained standing before