In the sunlight, the girl tilted her face upward, translucent beads of sweat glistening on the tip of her nose. Even under such light and from this distance, not a single flaw was visible on her face—her skin was so supple it seemed water could be squeezed from it.
Tight riding breeches clung to a pair of long, well-proportioned, slender legs.
Quan Yu slightly lowered his head and watched her for a while, then pointed towards the rest area not far away. "Wait for me over there. I'm going to change my clothes."
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Up on the observation deck, Chi Zhengjun leaned against the railing, a telescope in hand, his posture relaxed. "Forget it, Old Quan won't be coming back—he's been waylaid by the young lady."
Qiao Yishen and Gu Langjun were playing chess. Hearing this, Qiao Yishen, without raising his head, asked, "Your little niece?"
