Han Chaohua is a little petite flower of the Jiuhua Sect, and her favorite is her senior brother.
"Chaohua! How about Chaohua? With such a powerful and domineering name, how can it be a little delicate flower! Ling Xiao is a kind of flower, okay? Senior brother is a little delicate flower!" Han Chaohua roared at the senior brothers again, but he forgot that today was the day when the senior brother was released from seclusion.
"Jiaohua, look behind you!"
"Don't call me Jiaohua! Ling Xiao is the Jiaohua!"
Ling Xiao touched his chin from behind the quilt. It seemed like he was going to have a good time "watering the flowers" tonight.