Saint-level Martial Art

"Brother Zhong, are you still awake?" A faint blush appeared on Ning Jie's face, and her voice was slightly shy. Her delicate hands gently fiddled with her clothes.

Exuding an intellectual beauty, this lady's demeanor was in stark contrast to her surroundings, emanating a surprising charm.

"I-I'm not asleep..." Zhong Wen replied, somewhat dry-mouthed. He gestured for her to enter his room. "Please come in, Sister Ning."

"Mm." Ning Jie took graceful steps into Zhong Wen's room. Her subtle, elegant nose wrinkled slightly. "It smells lovely in here."

"I was working with herbs a moment ago, so the room still carries some herbal fragrances," Zhong Wen casually explained. "How can I assist you, Sister?"

"Brother Zhong, I find it difficult to fall asleep whenever I'm in an unfamiliar place," Ning Jie said, gazing at Zhong Wen with her captivating eyes. Her voice grew softer, and her rosy lips parted. "Therefore, I have a request, and I wonder if you could grant it."