Given Shen Qingyao's incredibly proud nature, finding a suitable candidate was no easy task.
But ever since Chen Cheng appeared, a prospect had emerged. One could even say that Chen Cheng was the only person Shen Qingyao considered.
He was young, handsome, and had a calm personality. His Martial Arts Talent and comprehension were also astonishingly high, perhaps even on par with her own.
Most importantly, whenever she was with Chen Cheng, Shen Qingyao always felt comfortable, at ease, and her mood would brighten.
Even the masculine aura he naturally exuded deeply captivated her.
As she recalled Chen Cheng's tall, powerful figure and his signature faint smile, Shen Qingyao's heart suddenly began to race for no reason, and her cheeks grew faintly hot.
After quickly splashing her face with cold water, Shen Qingyao calmed down a little and slipped shyly under the covers.
Perhaps it was the unfamiliar bed in a new environment, but she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
