To avoid drawing attention, she had specifically gone to a secluded part of the mountain forest to cultivate.
This naturally did not escape Chen Cheng's notice.
"You haven't rested yet either?"
Shen Qingshuang said softly, her tone a stark contrast to her usual coldness, now tinged with a bit of awkwardness and unease.
Although the branches of this large tree were quite thick, there weren't many suitable places to stand, and Chen Cheng had long since occupied them all.
If she wanted to come up into the tree, she would have no choice but to get closer to Chen Cheng—so close that they were less than three feet apart.
Shen Qingshuang was now twenty-three years old, but she had never been this close to a man before.
Suddenly exposed to the masculine, virile aura that constantly emanated from Chen Cheng, she was naturally unaccustomed to it.
