Jiang Ruorong followed Qin Qing's line of sight and looked down at herself.
She immediately noticed "that perky place," visible through the thin silk that clung to her, as enticing as the curve of a perfectly ripe peach.
"Ah!"
In the next moment, Jiang Ruorong let out a scream.
Two blushes of red instantly flew to her cheeks.
"You're asking for a beating!"
Jiang Ruorong controlled her flying sword and once again lunged at Qin Qing…
"Senior Sister, are you trying to murder your own junior brother again?" Qin Qing chuckled and quickly dodged.
…
Time passed in this way, with training and playful fighting over seven days.
During these seven days, Qin Qing and Jiang Ruorong were inseparable.
Jiang Ruorong continually helped Qin Qing polish his movement technique, and sometimes, when Qin Qing practiced with his sword or spear, Jiang Ruorong would watch from the side, and at times, they would cultivate together.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"
