The next morning.
The faint dawn light scattered in through the window lattice, draping the furniture in the room with a thin veil.
On the bed, Ling Ningzhi wore only a pure white undergarment, already soaked with fragrant sweat and clinging tightly to her body, making the already thin fabric even more transparent.
Her delicate brows slightly furrowed, her expression full of exhaustion, as her eyes glared at Chen Mo with embarrassment and annoyance.
This person is simply too outrageous!
She thought they would focus on cultivation, but ended up being treated as an ornament, even being taken to the window... though it was in the dead of night with no one around, it was still nerve-wracking to the point where her heart almost jumped out!
Ling Ningzhi's realm is not low, but she is ultimately a daoist, how could she endure such torment?
By this time, she didn't even have the strength to speak.
"Cough, cough, sorry, I got carried away..."
