Mysterious Box

Xiao Meimei's long black hair cascaded down her shoulder. Her cheeks were beautiful, and she looked exceedingly attractive. Her long neck was fair, and her translucent and lacy nightgown covered what needed to be covered. Two extremely smooth and delicate thighs laid across Ling Yun's eyes. This was an incredibly beautiful sight for Ling Yun.

However, Ling Yun gently put Xiao Meimei's slender hand down as he looked at her. "How is she?"

Ling Yun was referring to Zhuang Meifeng.

Xiao Meimei rolled her eyes at Ling Yun as she replied, "Why are you asking me this instead of checking yourself? She wasn't feeling well throughout the day and waited for you until 4AM. She fell asleep right after you arrived."

Ling Yun furrowed his brows slightly and stood up abruptly. "You can keep this ¥20,000 and use it for yourself. Also, keep this pistol by your side to protect yourself. Try to increase your own cultivation level as quickly as you can…"