The sun was high in the sky.
As it turned out, sometimes sleeping for too long could also cause a sore back.
According to the doctor's explanation, this was a symptom of chronic lower back strain.
This condition did not only affect ordinary people, even the accomplished cultivator Lu Zheng had experienced it.
Basking in the sunlight, Lu Zheng stretched lazily as Shen Ying, having finished dressing, came out from the house and stood beside him.
Her eyes were like water, her cheeks blushing red, her figure as willow swaying in the breeze, gently linking her arm with Lu Zheng's, their soft bodies touching, an enticing sensation.
Xiaocui carried a basin of water, floating over from the front hall, "Young Master, please wash up."
"Allow me," Shen Ying took the basin from her, placed it on a stand in the courtyard, and assisted Lu Zheng in washing his face.
With a glance, Lu Zheng noticed over a dozen peach blossom petals floating in the basin, exuding a faint fragrance.
