Xiao Ruoching forcibly suppressed the confusion in her heart and looked at the familiar clothes laid out on the low table in Mo Li's room.
It seemed there were still some unknown shimmering specks left on it. She subconsciously stepped forward, wanting to have a closer look.
CREAK—
The door was already open.
Xiao Ruoching stepped back, instinctively shuddering. However, her furtive behavior would be too suspicious, so she pretended not to have heard anything.
In her peripheral vision, she saw a head of bright, gleaming silver hair and a white robe fluttering, carrying with it a chilling aura.
"What are you doing?"
Mo Li looked expressionlessly at the uninvited guest who had suddenly entered her room. Due to her Cultivation Technique, her clothes were somewhat translucent. Her silver hair clung to her cheeks, and her jade-like legs were faintly visible. Combined with her stern and unsmiling expression, she inadvertently exuded a paradoxical allure.
Her tone was unfriendly.
