In the eyes of experts, the Tower-watching Platform cannot win any favor.
It can only rely on some minor past relationships to scrape by, forcing its way in.
Hmph, shameless!
"Indeed." Madam Xu watched Liang Qu grow up and knew these words were true; Liang Qu was sharper than her and simply didn't bother to worry.
The next day.
"Ancestor Liang!" Disciples of the Tower-watching Platform called early outside the door, "Would you like breakfast?"
Long Eying moved the book aside and kicked it forward slightly.
Liang Qu seemed oblivious, fully absorbed. At this moment, he was holding the bent knee of Dragon Maiden's thigh, using his index finger to gently hook the edge of the sock. The edge originally stretched by the round thigh immediately recoiled, rolling into an elastic circle and rolling to the knee. Liang Qu then rubbed it back up, repeating this cycle over and over, tirelessly.
Early in the morning, Liang Qu rubbed no less than a hundred times.
