Late at night, inside Jian Ling'er's room.
Jian Ling'er sat on the edge of the bed, feeling extremely anxious.
Her gaze landed on the young Luo Xuan who was meditating cross-legged.
Her heart seemed to beat even faster.
Ever since the young Luo Xuan had spoken those words.
The disciple of the Sword Spirit Race dared not disturb Luo Xuan and had already gone to report back.
After returning to the room with her, Luo Xuan remained in a meditative posture.
For a moment, Jian Ling'er wasn't sure what he intended to do.
After hesitating for a while, Jian Ling'er finally spoke.
"Wood, what is this matter that you said must be done in my room tonight?"
Then, the voice of the young Luo Xuan came.
"Ling'Er, wait until tonight and you'll find out."
When tonight comes, you'll understand...
The young Luo Xuan's words made Jian Ling'er wonder what he meant.
Her small face blushed as if it would bleed.
She didn't ask further, just waited for the arrival of that moment in the night...
