Most days, Chang'sheng always felt the day passed neither too fast nor too slow, just easy and happy.
But today—
Inside a sealed Cultivation Room, Chang'sheng stared at Jiang Yiyu in front of him and only felt time crawl by agonizingly slow—like this day was never going to end.
Jiang Yiyu seemed to have put extra effort into dressing up today.
On normal days, she'd go with a bare face, but with a little makeup now she looked even more enchanting—her beauty had already defied description, and now words simply failed me.
The Cultivation Room was draped all over with red curtains.
Hard to imagine this was supposed to be a Cultivation Room—looked more like a wedding suite...
Right now, Chang'sheng just felt like ants were crawling all over him. He wished he could just knock Jiang Yiyu out, then escape from this mess as fast as possible.
Jiang Yiyu stood with crossed arms, looking at Chang'sheng—who was frozen in place like a block of wood—with a cold, mocking grin.
