Qing Yueqiu stared daggers at Ji Xichan, who was lying on her master's bed. Seeing that Ji Xichan's clothes were still neat, she felt a slight sense of relief, but little did she know that it was already after the fact...
"What's it to you if I lie on Pei Sword Immortal's bed?"
Ji Xichan, who had thought Pei Yuhang had returned, was greatly disappointed to see it was his senior disciple, Qing Yueqiu. She flopped back down onto the bed out of boredom.
Then, she subconsciously stretched out her legs, clamping Pei Yuhang's sleeping pillow tightly between them.
Seeing this, Qing Yueqiu nearly drew her Luminous Shadow Sword and lunged.
"What do you think you're doing, you shameless woman?!"
"What about me?"
Qing Yueqiu grew even more furious at Ji Xichan's feigned look of confusion. She snatched her master's pillow away as if it were a precious treasure.
