Whoosh, whoosh…
In the blink of an eye, it was already night. The ferry was sailing quietly on the river, leaving only the sound of waves outside the window.
There was no light in the room, and the window was open. The gentle night breeze quietly entered the room, causing ripples on the curtains.
Ye Jingtang was sitting cross-legged on the bed and practicing the Dragon Form Picture. After he waited for an unknown period of time, there was finally the sound of water ripples outside.
He opened his eyes to check, only to see a young woman as thin as a willow silently jump in from the window and land in front of the bed. There was faint red rouge on her lips. Her long black hair was tied up, and there was a blue hairpin inserted diagonally. She looked like a fairy on the summer night.
The little watermelons on her chest swayed slightly with the inertia after she landed…
"Hero—"
