Jianghu isn't about fighting and killing, it's about human sentiments and worldly affairs.
Prop team member Zhou Mian stood at the edge of the lawn, packing away the returned unmanned drone, and cast a deep glance at that illuminated window. He turned and left, concealing his skills and fame.
Twenty minutes later.
Xu Qingyan's screen went black again, just as Pei Muchan happened to come out of the bathroom, her cheeks still slightly flushed from the bath. Her tender profile and the yellow little bear pajamas were somewhat endearing.
He caught a glimpse, the pajamas round and full, and it was hard to imagine someone making a loose pajama set look so curvaceous, almost like a Korean manhwa heroine.
"Requesting assembly!"
The game voice interrupted his brief fantasy, and Xu Qingyan instantly snapped back to reality, his credibility points almost gone.