Zhao Qingtang's room was just as it was before, unchanged at all.
The room was filled with the same pleasant fragrance as on Zhao Qingtang, with a hint of sweetness.
It could be seen that the room had been tidied up, with the blanket on the bed folded neatly and the desk impeccably organized.
Lin Tian glanced around with the corner of his eye before finally resting his gaze on Zhao Qingtang, asking, "What's the matter?"
Zhao Qingtang pointed to the bed and said softly, "Sit."
"Huh?"
"Huh my ass. The breathing technique... I practice too slowly by myself. Anyway, you have nothing to do at night, so just accompany me to practice for a night."
After hearing this, Lin Tian couldn't help but laugh again. So, it was...
"Alright." Lin Tian took off his slippers, sat cross-legged on the cool mat, and asked, "How have you been feeling lately?"
