Qingchen rarely attended banquets of this kind. Having been busy all day, he reclined in the bathtub sent by Fairy Yuluo, soaking comfortably. Suddenly sensing Yuluo approaching on a flying sword, he hastily got up, draped an outer robe over his shoulders, and sat down on the soft couch.
The heavenly thunder within his body had not yet been fully refined, making it inconvenient to use Spiritual Power to dry his clothes. He wrung out his hair simply, water droplets trickling from the tips. A small patch of his clothes near the chest was dampened, clinging to his skin, while a stray lock of hair stubbornly swayed beside his lips. With jade-bamboo-like fingers, he gently tucked it behind his ear.
"Luo'er, you've come."
Chapter 152