Dan Wulan leaned against the pillow, half-lying on the bed, which was slightly askew because the Sword Scripture that had been propping up one end was now gone.
Because she had just been startled by Dan Wuque's voice, a little sweat had broken out on her delicate hands, causing her to subconsciously break free from Su Bei's large hand.
Afterward, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, the cascade of her long hair hiding the undulating beauty of her form. Her slender legs were crossed and tense, her toes nervously curled. She turned her head to one side, avoiding eye contact with Su Bei and with Dan Wuque, who had hurried in.
Dan Wuque blinked, looking at this scene, but failed to notice Dan Wulan's subtle mood. Approaching her with an urgent expression, she grasped her hand, sending a strand of Spiritual Energy to inspect the condition within her body.
