Chapter 362: The Graceful and Elegant Chinese Cabbage

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In the bedroom, the shower room.

After stripping off her uniform, Song Ning stood under the shower, washing away the dust and sweat from her body. The battle with Ao Du had taken a huge toll, and she was injured. Her left arm was feeble and powerless, while her left shoulder throbbed with a faint, intermittent pain.

Looking down, she saw a black fist mark on her left shoulder that was already turning purplish-black.

If it weren't for the protection of the Dragon Scripture and Zhou Yang sealing her meridians with silver needles, the potent poison would probably have already started to spread, invading her heart meridian, and she would have been dead by now.

Wet hair stuck to her smooth face and back. She blinked, and water droplets fell from her eyelashes, landing on her proud and lofty peaks.

At the moment, her chest felt slightly swollen. She gently cradled it with both hands, touched softly, and winced at the sting.