Night had descended.
The urban sky, a rarity, was full of stars and a bright crescent moon tonight.
The time was probably around 9 p.m.
On the balcony, Liu Wentian had his eyes closed, moving his body, snake-like, sometimes whipping up gusts of wind, sometimes silent. In that silence, though, there was a kind of heart-shaking, formidable aura.
After practicing a set of palm techniques in his mind, Liu Wentian was about to go back to his room for a shower when he heard a knock on the door.
Upon opening the door, he saw Sheng Qianmei standing outside wearing a loose, pure purple cotton nightgown. Although the garment concealed her figure, she still looked tall and alluring, and the attire added a touch of cuteness.
"Qianmei, is there something you need?" Liu Wentian asked with a smile.
"Nothing in particular, just wanted to chat with you," Sheng Qianmei replied, her face blushing slightly, her usual ice-queen demeanor nowhere to be found.
"Were you pushed here by your mom?"
