"Little Ying..."
Xia Yu urgently summoned his disciple in the kitchen.
Today, Liu Ying was dressed in a white blouse and black skirt; if the skirt were red, she would look just like a little witch.
Her long black hair was tied into twin tails, with ribbons wrapped around each side. Having just finished a practice, she re-entered the kitchen from outside, slightly panting, with her ponytails swaying behind her with each step. This clearly showed her sprightly energy. Whenever Xia Yu called, Liu Ying always managed to arrive on the battlefield in record time, demonstrating her eagerness to improve.
In the past few days, having brought Liu Ying to the Xia Mansion, Xia Yu found himself increasingly pleased with the girl as they interacted more in their daily routines. She certainly was remarkable.
