Since last night, she has discovered a new way of practicing that saves time and effort.
The important thing is that the effect is very good. Lying down for a night will make it go away much faster than just touching those two.
Every night she would secretly sleep on Ji Qingyan's chest after he fell asleep, and in the early morning she would sneak back to the flowerpot before he woke up.
Ji Qingyan felt that he had been sleeping very deeply recently. He woke up naturally every morning and his mood had calmed down. He hadn't had a nightmare for a long time.
He hadn't felt so calm in a long time, and seemed a little obsessed.
But such a stable and relaxed life made him feel a little uneasy. Perhaps it was because he was too cautious, so he felt uncomfortable when he could relax. He laughed at himself.
He reached for the tablet on the table and looked at the schedule for the day.
There is an open finance class at 10 o'clock in the morning.
He checked his watch and saw it was already 7:30 in the morning. He got up and went to the cloakroom. The huge cloakroom was filled with rows of shirts, suits, etc. The shirts were almost all different shades of white, with some minor differences in design, but they were generally the same.
The other row includes watches, belts, etc. Almost every piece is custom-made, showing the owner's luxury.
He took a look, casually pulled out a shirt, and put on his suit.
After changing, he looked in the mirror and rolled up his sleeves. Since today was just a lecture, he didn't wear a formal tie and looked a little less serious.
He took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and put them on.
Wow!
How could anyone be so good-looking?
Ruan Ruan stared at Ji Qingyan who came out of the cloakroom in a daze. He looked gentle and ascetic. The decoration of his glasses just covered up some of the depth in his eyes, making him look less oppressive.
Ji Qingyan looked at the time and saw that it was almost time, so he prepared to set off.
"What about you? Do you still want to bask in the sun?" He looked at the weather outside. It seemed to be cloudy. He was a little hesitant about whether to leave the flowers outside. What if it rained and got wet?
His hand touched Ruan Ruan's leaves.
Forget it, just put it indoors. There are floor-to-ceiling windows, so it can still see the light and will not be exposed to wind and rain.
After making the decision, he picked up the flowerpot with his big hands, walked with his long legs to the flower stand on the indoor balcony, and placed Ruan Ruan on it.
Ruan Ruan obediently let him put it in there. She couldn't resist anyway, and she was just waiting for him to leave.
After he left, she could continue her adventures and cultivate her spiritual energy. She was now well-equipped. All her injuries had almost healed, and her foundation had even improved. She was now as stable as could be.
It makes me happy just thinking about it. Isn’t this like risking death to survive?
So I felt even happier and said goodbye to my benefactor with a big smile, saying goodbye.
The leaves swayed slightly as if waving.
Ji Qingyan sometimes inexplicably felt that if this pot of flower of his was a person, it would definitely be a little girl.
I reacted and wanted to laugh.
He actually has these weird ideas too. Could it be that he was infected by Ji Qingran?
The painter respects all art and soul, believes that everything has life, and that inspiration comes from everything in the world. The last time she told him that her new muse was actually a stone, and said that it had a soul, he laughed at her nonsense.
Now it seems that it was really nonsense. I have been somewhat infected by her. Sometimes I even feel that this pot of flowers may have a soul.
He shook his head and chuckled, not thinking any more about it, picked up his computer and went out.
As soon as the door opened, Ruan Ruan couldn't wait to jump out of the flowerpot. Her ears were very sharp and she could catch even the slightest sound from downstairs.
She felt that her pot was a bit ugly, gray and not very bright, not very pretty at all, and not in line with her beautiful figure.
Hmm~
She scratched her head and thought, she wanted to find a better-looking pot. Even if she couldn't change it, it would be nice to take a look at it.
She did it right away and skipped downstairs. The last time she went downstairs, she saw a shelf full of various pots and vases.
It’s not too much to choose, right? She doesn’t want it.
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