Zhou Li was as stiff as a corpse.
The Memory Stone belonging to Zhuge Qing was clutched in her hands, the Daoist's fingers long, white, and attractive, carrying a faint scent of sandalwood. She looked at Zhou Li with a smile that was not quite a smile, her bright eyes gleaming with mischievousness.
"When did you get here?"
Zhou Li stared at the elegant lady beside him, wearing a green Daoist robe and her hair cascading over her chest, his facial features as stiff as the pancakes in the cafeteria.
"I thought of capturing some scenes of the Imperial Academy to make it easier for everyone to understand during class, so I hid my presence and have been loitering around."
Zhuge Qing laughed heartily, shaking the Memory Stone in her hand, and the long sleeves of her pine-like Daoist robe swayed gently with the motion.
"I'll just kneel down for you."
