By the time Li Meirong had opened her eyes, Zhu Qingyue had already stepped outside. She was glad for it, too. Her face felt burning hot to the touch.
Too tired to move, she merely kept her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.
Actually, she had woken up a bit earlier and pretended to be asleep for a while longer. She wanted to see what else Zhu Qingyue had in store for her. It was only sheer luck which helped her feign sleep.
Utilizing Feng Huang's shield technique in addition to the recent 'upgrade' in power had allowed her pretense to go unnoticed.
A sweltering rush of embarrassment filled her, and her fingers fidgeted without end as she thought of the intense form of exercise her untrained body had just been put through.
A pain-filled moan escaped her lips as the feeling of throbbing muscles abruptly assaulted her senses. She was aching all over. Her waist, especially, felt excruciatingly sore.
