Blue dress swirling, pure whiteness shimmering, delicate body striding, accompanied by sweet, enticing whispers.
After an unknown period, Jiang Lingsu lay half-dead in Qi Yuan's robust arms, her toes curled, the smooth backs of her feet arched, and her beautiful eyes, somewhat scattered and lost in bewilderment.
Several strands of blue hair stuck to the smooth, rounded hemisphere.
"Junior Sister, you are still a bit weak," said Qi Yuan, his words seemingly laden with double meanings.
A spark of awareness flickered through Jiang Lingsu's hazy eyes.
"I certainly cannot surpass Senior Brother," murmured Jiang Lingsu softly, a memory flashing, making her face even more charming and tempting.
"You need to train, replenish, and take good rest," said Qi Yuan, always empathetic, couldn't help but sigh.
Junior Sister Jiang Lingsu, truly needs no cover.
Too big.