That afternoon, Tianming closed all the windows in the training room. The room was dark, and when he looked back, Feiling was sitting on the edge of the desk, reading a book. She had her chin propped up with one hand, and her legs swaying beneath the desk. She looked adorable.

“What is it? I’m just reaching the best part. The male protagonist was humiliated by his father- and mother-in-law before finding out that his long lost grandfather was a tycoon!” Feiling looked at Tianming unhappily.

“Ling’er, you’ve fallen. You’re actually reading novels instead of real books!” Tianming said with disdain.

“I do need to relax occasionally. What are you closing the windows for?” She stared at Tianming with her watery eyes like a helpless little rabbit. While she was nervous, there was also a trace of anticipation in her eyes.

“Hehe,” Tianming laughed.

“Don’t mess around! O-or I’ll scream for help!” Feiling said.

“What are you thinking about! Dirty!” Tianming took out a book and placed it on the desk. “I intend to read the Infernal Soul Heavenly Pattern Canon with y...