Yang Muer had no idea why he brought lubricant down the mountain.
So, she waited at the gate for this prodigal son deemed a martial arts genius by the master, before descending Longhu Mountain with her again for training.
There were suspension bridges linking several peaks, and while the mountains were connected, the peak where they lived and practiced was off-limits to visitors.
"You look prettier in a dress, looking like this, indeed a bit big!" Lin Zhenghui commented as he glanced at the deep, snowy ravine just visible above the neckline of Yang Muer's dress.
"Didn't you say mine were small?" Yang Muer was tired of this wolfish gaze; in his eyes, any beauty he saw had to be big to be considered top-notch.
"A 36D isn't small, my sister-in-law and the others are about this size too," Lin Zhenghui noted as he watched with each step she took, the snowy peaks at her neckline undulate like waves, swaying back and forth.
