A Fever

Luo Ying watched them for a while. When it became clear that they did not plan to leave anytime soon, she moved to another dance studio to practice for a while.

Luo Ying went home after she finished her training for the day.

The original Luo Ying's body was far more fragile than she had imagined.

The simple training today had already exhausted her. Her waist was still aching.

As soon as she got home, she called for her servant, Zhang. She needed help applying the medicine.

Madam Zhang was a patient old lady. Her daughter was about the same age as Luo Ying.

When she was applying the ointment on Luo Ying's waist, the door of the house opened.

As soon as Lu Zhao entered the door, he saw Luo Ying lying on the sofa. Her slender waist was exposed.

His eyes darkened, and he felt his throat tightening. Heat rose up in his body.

"Hi!" Luo Ying saw Lu Zhao and raised her head to greet him.