The next morning.
Lu Chuan woke up from his cultivation and went to the courtyard, primarily because Han Qingci was restless in her sleep, constantly kicking off the covers. She was only wearing a shirt, which, due to her movements, had several buttons undone. Lu Chuan couldn't bear the sight of her when he woke up; he had to hurry into the courtyard or else he feared he would make a mistake.
Not long after, Han Qingci, wearing a shirt, came out. Her face flushed with embarrassment, she clutched at her shirt, pulling it down to ensure that certain areas were not exposed.
She gave Lu Chuan a glance, her bashfulness intensifying, and like a young wife in the throes of spring, she quickly ran away.
Lu Chuan sighed helplessly and began to practice his martial arts skills.
After a short while, Han Qingci changed her clothes and, after washing up, ran back to Lu Chuan.
