Ying Xuetang leaned lazily against the Mystic Ice Cold Marrow, her porcelain-white fingertips slowly twirling a lock of dark hair. Suddenly, she gave two light coughs to break the silence: "Ahem... Pingyi..."
Her voice was drawn out, long and slow, the ending note carrying a faint, elusive tremor.
Li Pingyi was squatting nearby, teasing the Yucan. Hearing this, he snapped his head up, the pill clutched in his hand almost dropping to the ground: "What is it, Sister Xuetang..."
Chapter 165