Ever since he transmigrated into this world, Chen Li had become extremely self-disciplined. Initially, it was due to a lack of a sense of security, but gradually, he got used to it.
Besides indulging himself slightly on the first night, his daily routine hadn't changed much since then.
In the living room,
Chen Li, bare-chested, was practicing swordsmanship.
The twenty-some catties heavy black iron sword felt weightless in his hand; the tip of the sword, like a hissing viper, flickered in and out of view, emitting a sinister 'ssss' sound.
Zhou Hong leaned lightly against the doorframe, watching Chen Li practice his swordsmanship in the distance, a serene smile on her lips. She was very content with their current life—peaceful and joyful. In just a few days, she appeared even more radiant and charming.
Chen Li soon stopped.
"Wipe your sweat, you must be tired," Zhou Hong said, stepping forward with a towel. "Lunch is already prepared."
