The sun sank behind the western hills, and the Marquis's Residence darkened too.
Inside Jinhuan Pavilion, the winds and waves had subsided. Xie Jinhuan sat up and tucked the Autumn Quilt around Xian'er, who had melted into a pool of spring water. Looking at her little face, its blush still lingering, he was honestly rather amazed.
After all, Xian'er looked much like Zisu. Going by experience, their fighting strength should have been about the same.
Yet throughout the first half, Xian'er had stubbornly refused to make a sound. Though she could not hold out later, she had still cooperated earnestly, with no intention of raising the white flag. That fighting strength probably placed her in the household's top three. At any rate, she was stronger than Ye Song Song...
Xie Jinhuan did not know how Xian'er had built such a solid foundation. For now, he could only credit the White-Haired Immortal's teaching. Seeing that Xian'er had fallen asleep, he did not disturb her again. He kissed her forehead, dressed, and tiptoed out.
Click~
As the door closed, the spacious room fell quiet.
Qixia True Person lay on the pillow, sorely tempted to chase after Xie Jinhuan and beat him up while Xiao Biao slept.
But after all that strenuous labor, she did not even want to move a finger. Her head was filled with ohs and ahs, and she only wanted to close her eyes and recover. After waiting like that for who knew how long, before her body had recovered, Qixia True Person instead noticed movement outside the gauze curtains.
Opening her eyes, she saw Big A Piao, her red dress blazing like fire, sitting on the reclining chair outside. Propping her cheek on one hand, she arched an eyebrow slightly. "Hmm? How did it feel?"
Qixia True Person