C1661 Brother Xiao Zhuo
Lin Yaoyang was deep in thought, wrestling with a dilemma. The girl was bathing inside the house—should he enter? His brow furrowed tightly, as if he were entangled in a complex problem.
The door creaked open.
Lin Yaoyang stepped inside on tiptoe, making the faintest of sounds in the silent room.
The woman, a fellow cultivator, hadn't detected Lin Yaoyang's presence
