Zhu Nanzhi's body tensed, Mu Qingyue?
"Hmm?" Lu Jin'an was just about to lift his head, but Zhu Nanzhi pressed down on the back of his head with her hands, pulling him into her embrace: "Husband~ you do your thing~ I'm just a bit nervous."
Lu Jin'an said no more, while Zhu Nanzhi bit her lip lightly, forcing herself to stay calm and pretend not to notice Mu Qingyue.
Mu Qingyue came?
Would she barge in?
But it seemed like she was just standing at the window... had she already been devastated by sensing what was happening inside the room?
Zhu Nanzhi gently stroked Lu Jin'an's head, catching a glimpse of Mu Qingyue stepping back two steps away from the window, yet from her current angle, she could still exactly see Mu Qingyue standing by the side.
Hmm?
What kind of reaction is this?
Zhu Nanzhi couldn't figure out Mu Qingyue's thoughts for a moment.
Because she knew Mu Qingyue was a Sword Cultivator, and a Sword Cultivator shouldn't have such a patient nature...
