The following day.
Waking up early in the morning, Xu Qing rubbed his chest, which felt somewhat lackluster.
Jiang He, like a little calf, had bumped him last night, and now, after a night, his chest still hurt a little.
"Morning."
"Morning."
The two greeted each other and, as usual, practiced martial arts separately behind closed doors: one wielding a sword and the other standing post; their expressions showed nothing out of the ordinary.
Maybe after one night, she had come to terms with it?
Xu Qing pondered as he started practicing his stance, watching Jiang He swish swish swish opposite him, then sheathed her sword and exhaled.
But after finishing with the sword, Jiang He didn't just toss it aside. Carrying the sword sheath, she came over and smacked it down on his leg.
"Stand up straight!"
"Hissss~"
Xu Qing inhaled sharply. It was over; now she was taking personal revenge.
"Put your hands flat!"
"Hey, hey, hey."
"Hold it!"
