Mu Qingyan
The atmosphere is warm and humid, your breaths intertwining, separated by mere inches. Just as you are about to spar, his lazy voice speaks up: "Junior Sister, do you not know that your senior brother has cultivated a body immune to a hundred toxins?"
Your breath hitches as your eyes meet his sly smile, feeling struck by lightning out of the blue in an instant.
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