The villa by the lake was eerily quiet.
The evening breeze stirred the strands of hair across Chen Jing's forehead. Her eyes were deep and tranquil, like the glacial depths of a dark blue sea, betraying no emotion, just an abyss of profundity.
Upon seeing her expression, Lu Bu'er was convinced that a tempest was raging inside her. He casually walked through the porch and sat down on the sofa in the living room. Surveying the luxurious and exquisite décor, he thought to himself that the life of the wealthy was certainly damn extravagant.
"Bring me a cup of coffee."
He said quite contentedly.
As if this were his own home.
Chen Jing lifted a slender, pale finger, and the coffee machine automatically dispensed a stream of dark brown liquid. A metallic cup floated over to catch it, then flew into the young man's hands.
This ability was really convenient.
"Are you one of the Deity's people?"
Chen Jing asked softly, her voice as delicate as a wisp of silk.
