National Preceptor's Residence.
Inside the bamboo house.
The sleeping girl seemed to sense someone entering the room. Her long lashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes, revealing a pair of cool, distant pupils.
Within those eyes, clear as a swan in flight, he saw the pure, luminous moonlight reflected there—and his own figure mirrored in them.
Seeing that it was Jiang Ning, Su Qingying froze for a moment, then slowly sat up.
As she rose, the strap hanging from her shoulder slipped down, exposing a large expanse of skin as white as jade.
Yet there was not the slightest allure of the opposite sex, because it was as flat as an open plain.
"Did you come to sleep with me tonight?" Her pleasant voice carried an ethereal quality.
Sweat.
The moment Jiang Ning heard that, he could no longer keep it together.
He reached out and hooked the fallen strap on Su Qingying's shoulder back over her blade-thin frame.
It felt bony beneath his fingers.
He could not understand why the dignified National Preceptor of Great Xia looked like an underdeveloped young girl.
Short, skinny, with barely an ounce of flesh on her entire body.
"I came because I need something from you," Jiang Ning said.
"What is it?" Su Qingying asked.
"Take a look." Jiang Ning took out the invitation he had just received from Qinghe and handed it to Su Qingying.
Su Qingying accepted the invitation and tilted her head slightly. As her elbow dropped, the strap slipped from her smooth jade-like skin again, exposing that broad, flat expanse.
Jiang Ning: "..."
Silently, he reached out and pulled her clothes back into place.
He had long grown accustomed to such situations.
Su Qingying was not embarrassed, so neither was he.
Before him, Su Qingying was always so