C245 They Fought.

Mo Qingyi's cheeks were flushed as she lay on the bed, while Lin Chang'an, contentedly stroking her hair, sat beside her.

"There's no Golden House in the books, nor a beauty to match her," Lin Chang'an mused with a sigh. "I now realize why those disciples ridiculed me for centuries when I asked Su Yunshang to read with me in my past life