Outside the bamboo house door, Xiao Yinruo walked lightly to Lu Jin'an's back, her hands kneading his shoulders, while her body leaned slightly forward, filling the gap between Lu Jin'an and the bamboo house railing with the peach-like figure outlined by her white plain dress.
"Our Jin'an is actually afraid of something~"
Xiao Yinruo slightly tilted her head, her breath fragrant like orchids, her captivating peach blossom eyes carrying a hint of a smile: "Clearly not afraid of Immortals, yet afraid of those rooms full of portraits and carvings?"
As she spoke, Xiao Yinruo couldn't help but glance at the tightly closed room door.
After she had seen the scenery of Nanzhi's secluded retreat before, she guessed that the Tingquan Small House might be similar.
But this bamboo house was clearly not the hall where Nanzhi stayed most often, yet it was also filled with portraits and carvings.
Meditation... is this how one meditates?
