The biting killing intent was like a bleak autumn wind, bone-chillingly cold.
Chu Yi, lying on his sickbed, was awakened by the cold. He squinted his eyes. The killing intent wafted from behind him, causing him to lean his head back, only to see a perfectly curved 'big moon' looming over him.
"Chu Yi, where have you been these past few days?"
Jiang Qiuyun clenched her pristine fists, resisting the urge to draw her sword and slash him. Gritting her teeth, she said, "Do you know Sister was very worried about you? Don't disappear without a word next time."
"Oh, okay."
Facing the 'daughter' he hadn't seen for a few days, Chu Yi glanced at her. From this angle, he couldn't even see her face.
She had a full figure, with a generous bust.
Further down, her waist cinched in, slender and delicate, like a willow branch in spring.
