The next day, in the morning.
Su Yu had just finished his daily two-hour practice of the Mountain-Shaking Demonic Ape Fist when a clear, energetic young woman's voice rang out from the entrance.
"Brother Su!"
Yang Ai had traded her usual elaborate silk dress for a set of extremely form-fitting, crimson, waist-cinching martial arts attire. Her high ponytail bounced lightly with her steps, giving her a heroic and valiant air.
Most eye-catching of all were the slits at the hem of her martial arts attire, revealing a pair of long, straight legs wrapped tightly in black leggings. The full, firm curves of her legs were faintly visible as she walked, and her entire being exuded an astonishing charm that was both wild and full of life.
The next moment, the young woman rushed over like a whirlwind. Before Su Yu could react, she dove headfirst into his arms, her full figure colliding solidly with his chest.
