The Imperial Fighting Team's rest area.
Seven people of varying appearances sat in a two-hundred-square-meter room.
With Lin Qian as the benchmark, their good looks declined in descending order. At that moment, he sat on the sofa as Dugu Yan leaned against his shoulder with practiced ease, looking utterly at peace. But today's leading lady was not her, but someone else.
The girl seated at the far end wore a neatly arranged azure dress, her light brown hair falling loose, setting off skin like lychee flesh. Her features were exquisite and pretty, her bearing noble, and her figure well-proportioned. One glance was enough to tell she had received an aristocratic education.
Like a spring breeze, her gentle smile touched everyone, full of deceptive charm. Anyone who did not know her true colors really would have been fooled.
As far as Lin Qian knew, aside from Yu Tianheng, whose heart already belonged to someone, all the other boys on the team liked Ning Rongrong and showed varying degrees of interest in pursuing her.
Yes, that was right. For the sake of the plot to come, Lin Qian had still decided to keep her by his side and personally train her.
Held in place by Dugu Yan's enthusiasm, he could only remain perfectly still and ask, "Have you been settling in lately?"
Having been sent to study at Spirit Hall for several years, her life as a hostage had taught her forbearance, as well as allowed her to learn of Lin Qian's dual identities.
What girl did not swoon over handsome men?
She was quite fond of this handsome Saint Son of Spirit Hall and gave him a sweet smile. "It's been pretty good~"
As she spoke, she blinked, her eyes flashing with a look only the two of them understood.
Noticing