"Very good."
Ye Qianxian stared at the girl's exposed snow-white skin and seductive curves with a burning gaze. He couldn't take his eyes off her.
Damn it. Why does this woman look so seductive when she's wet?
Luo Qingtong's robe was actually very thick and of good quality.
Although it was tightly ironed and wrapped around her body, the places that should be exposed weren't exposed at all.
But for some reason, Ye Qianxian felt that this scene was even more irresistible and seductive than when she was naked.
It made him want to tear off her clothes at all costs.
Ye Qianxian's throat moved. Just as he was about to move, he remembered that his current identity wasn't Ming Zun of the Black Field, but the Chief Instructor of the Holy Academy of The Empire of Qin, Ye Luo!
This thought was like a bucket of cold water that extinguished the fire in his heart!
Thinking about how Luo Qingtong was so seductive in front of other men, even if that man was himself, Ye Qianxian still felt depressed.
But he couldn't say anything about Luo Qingtong.
She was wearing her clothes properly and hadn't done anything.
With this thought, Ye Qianxian felt even more depressed.
"Get up!
Put on a few more clothes and start training again! "
At this moment, Ye Qianxian started to regret making such a waterfall for Luo Qingtong to train!
Even if he wanted to do it, he should've brought Luo Qingtong to train alone.
But this way, he wouldn't be able to achieve his goal of hiding his identity.
Ye Qianxian felt a burst of irritation as he thought about it.
On the other hand, Luo Qingtong looked at Ye Qianxian's appearance and snickered in her heart.
"Cough … Okay." She agreed and turned around. Then she pulled on Ye Qianxian's sleeve.
"Wait!
Instructor … "
She looked at Ye Qianxian with a smile. Then, she lifted her wet hair and tossed it to the side. "My hair is tangled with a hairpin. Instructor, can you help me fix it?"
She was trying so hard to stifle her laughter that she almost suffered internal injuries.
The girl's hair was soft and smooth, like a waterfall that cascaded down.
However, because she didn't know that she was going to train in the waterfall this time, she didn't take off the hairpin.
It tangled with her hair, making it a little messy.
Ye Qianxian's face was tense as he watched the young girl lift up one side of her hair. Her black, satin-like hair made Luo Qingtong's snow-white skin appear even more tender and white.
Because she wanted Ye Qianxian to help her remove the hairpin that was wrapped around her hair, Luo Qingtong slightly lowered her head, making her neck look even more white and slender.
Looking down from his angle, he could see the tender whiteness of the girl's neck spreading all the way down until it disappeared into her slightly open lapel.
That faintly discernible style and snow-white fullness made Ye Qianxian's eyes darken.
He stretched out his hand stiffly and took off the hairpin that was wrapped around the girl's hair one by one.
His entire person was in a state of ice and fire.
He was burning because of Luo Qingtong's appearance at this moment, but he was also depressed and cold because his identity was not his Black Field's Ming Zun.
On one hand, he was so depressed that he was about to explode. On the other hand, he couldn't help but stare at Luo Qingtong.
This woman was really born to be his nemesis!
Ye Qianxian didn't know why he had to endure this kind of torture!