Looking at the beautiful smoke and rain scenery outside the eaves, Zhu Pingniang stood quietly under the curtain of rain in a bright red long dress embroidered with gold threads, silently gazing in the direction of Xu Chang'an.
She probably carried a sense of disheveled beauty.
After all, as a steward of the Immortal Sect, sometimes just standing there, she could exert pressure on others.
Until she stretched lazily and made a slight sound, all that pressure transformed into a warm atmosphere.
Xu Chang'an emerged from the darkness, and Zhu Pingniang clicked her tongue.
"Come out, little Chang'an who likes to talk behind people's backs... hmm, and likes eavesdropping on girls' whispers."
Zhu Pingniang tilted her head: "That's not a good habit."
Xu Chang'an: "..."
He had been hiding in the alley to conceal himself, watching a little girl with an umbrella carrying an elixir run past him blushing, thinking he hadn't seen a warm scene but rather Senior Zhu teasing the little girl.
