Time passed slowly in Ye Qiao's room. Sun Zhe was sitting cross-legged on the bed, engrossed in his cultivation, when the door was suddenly pushed open. Looking up, he saw that it was Lin Yingchun.
At this moment, Lin Yingchun was wearing her Korean-style school uniform again, and her fragrant long hair was neatly styled. The center-parted hairstyle made her look even more aloof and noble, making it hard for others to look at her directly. However, Sun Zhe noticed her walking posture was a bit odd, as if her legs were injured.
Seeing her holding a brand new bedsheet as she walked over on her long, slender legs clad in black stockings, Sun Zhe curiously asked, "Didn't you go to class?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Yingchun couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. That part of me is all swollen, and I can barely walk straight. How am I supposed to go to class?
