"Decided to switch to another cultivation technique?"
In the early morning, a warm orange sunlight filtered through the fluttering gauze, casting its glow on the couch.
Zhou Ping'an felt the delicate body curled up in his arms, gently stroked her cloud-like hair, and whispered, "You've actually been awake, haven't you? Or rather, you never fell asleep."
[Last night the rain was sparse, the wind was fierce... the cherries turned red, and the banana leaves turned green!]
Green Lady was in high spirits, her body even more so.
Zhou Ping'an had discussed poetry with her all night long, and even with his physical condition, he now felt mentally exhausted, unable to come up with a single exquisite sentence.
The sun was already up, and yet he still lazed on the couch, feeling so lethargic that he did not want to move an inch.
