Wuyi sat on the meditation cushion, feeling irritated.
"Who are you cursing?" Meiying inquired, offering what was likely intended to be a charming smile. Her attractiveness was somewhat marred by the lack of a woman's charm and her vague facial scar, giving her a somewhat fierce appearance.
He pondered sharing his thoughts with her; she was most loyal to him. But then he decided against it—just like Baijian, she was a brute in mind; he could not discuss things with her that he could with Jin or Yun Ming.
He placed his feet on the chilly stone floor. "Forget it. Could you fetch Dong for me? I need to get dressed."
She grinned mischievously. "I could help you get dressed."
"Whether you could or not isn't the issue; speed is," he replied, standing up in his inner robes. Meiying looked at him affectionately before exiting to call for Dong.
