Myriad Blossom Pavilion.
On the terrace, the sunlight was bright and beautiful, shining over the redwood floor. The warm winter sun had even made the floor slightly hot.
"Sister Lin!" When Jiang Ning saw Qingyi in her long blue dress, a smile appeared on his face.
"You disturbed a perfectly good afternoon nap!" Qingyi patted her red lips, the corners of her mouth parting in a yawn.
The clothes on her body were somewhat thin, not much different from what one would usually wear in summer. There were only two layers inside and out, and the half of her calf revealed beneath her skirt was smooth as jade, like a section of white lotus root.
"My bad!" Jiang Ning smiled.
But in his heart, he was somewhat speechless.
If he remembered correctly, every time he came to find Qingyi, she was either sleeping or looked as if she had just woken up.
Training martial arts like this, and she could still become a Grandmaster?
He suddenly felt a little doubtful about life.
How much sweat had he shed, how much effort had he paid, to have his achievements today?
"Sit." Qingyi indicated for Jiang Ning to sit in a chair at the side, shaded by a canopy.
As a woman, Qingyi was no exception; she loved beauty all the same.
Even if this beauty was only a lone flower admiring its own fragrance, she cared about it extremely.
So usually, when she was on the terrace of the attic, she rarely let the sunlight shine directly on her. She had long since moved over a sunshade canopy and placed it on the terrace.
After indicating for Jiang Ning to sit first, she turned and walked toward her boudoir.
A moment later.
Qingyi walked out of her room again and appeared