"You're done?" Long Qian Xing turned around and saw Nan Hua walked to the side and put her clothes down. "What are you going to do with it?"
"Burn it."
Nan Hua cleared an area and then started fire for her clothes. She turned around and looked at Long Qian Xing. "Let's go."
"Ok. Long Ai Ning, you follow from the back."
"Yes, Young Master."
Long Qian Xing extended his hand and Nan Hua grabbed it. At this time, Long Qian Xing could feel Nan Hua's hand and realized that her hand was no longer as smooth as it used to be. It was even worse than when he held her hand back then.
Perhaps, because she no longer needed to care about the matter of women, she no longer used any medicine to keep her hand smooth.
Tep!
Sitting in front of Long Qian Xing, Nan Hua blinked her eyes. "Wouldn't your soldier question it if I appear in front of them this way?"
