"Guess what?"
The district on the opposite side of Snowflake Lake, since it’s separated from the urban area by a big bridge, the terrain here can only be considered moderate.
The bathroom door was open, Geng Lu stood by the sink, her hair slightly damp, and her soft hands were washing her underwear, with her arm movents causing a gentle ripple on her chest, creating enticing curves.
Jiang Ning was several kiloters away from her, unable to accurately perceive Geng Lu’s state due to his Divine Sense range.
However, Jiang Ning had a faint guess, ’She wouldn’t just leave it there, would she...’
Jiang Ning took a sip of water, guessing slowly, "Holding it in your hand?"
Geng Lu’s muffled voice ca, "Wrong guess, both of my hands are busy washing clothes!"
She poured so hand soap, and her movents beca even gentler.
"Then, on the chair?"
"There’s no chair in the bathroom, keep guessing?"
Jiang Ning: "That, that, that."
A slightly seductive and playful voice ca from the other end of the phone: "Here’s a hint, it’s still with ."
After finishing, Geng Lu felt shy, ’He should be able to guess now, right?’
Jiang Ning: "Oh, I know."
Geng Lu asked expectantly: "Hmm, where is it?"
Jiang Ning blurted out: "Around your neck."
Geng Lu: "..."
She felt a wave of helplessness, ’Boys are so hard to deal with.’
Even with such guidance, he’s still off track. Does she have to take the initiative from start to finish?
Jiang Ning asked again: "Not right?"
Geng Lu insincerely praised him: "You’re amazing, you even guessed that."
Jiang Ning, stifling laughter, said intentionally: "Yeah, I’ve seen a kind of phone case with a strap, like wearing a necklace, you can hang it around your neck."
Geng Lu: "Hmm hmm hmm."
Jiang Ning couldn’t pinpoint the location, and Geng Lu hesitated to say, fearing that if she seed too forward, it might leave Jiang Ning with a bad impression.
While she contemplated, Jiang Ning said: "Do you like listening to music while washing clothes?"
"Of course, but today I’m on the phone with you, so no music."
Jiang Ning: "Oh, how do you usually play music? Single track repeat or shuffle?"
Geng Lu: "Mostly shuffle. I only use single track repeat when drawing."
Jiang Ning realized: "Then when washing clothes and you have no hands free, how would you change songs if you hear one you don’t like?"
Geng Lu froze for a mont, her lips curling into a smile, and her tone beca playful:
"It’s hard to change songs, if I wear earphones, I could press the button twice to switch songs, but if it’s hanging around my neck, I can’t do that."
"Jiang Ning, do you have a good way to change songs?" Her muffled voice ca through.
"Yeah, you can shake to change songs." Jiang Ning said.
Geng Lu: "Ah, it can be done that way? You’re so smart."
Jiang Ning casually reminded: "Yeah, just be gentle, don’t fling the phone away."
Geng Lu thought he was considerate, but then realized, ’Fling the phone away... If it’s hanging around my neck, how could it be flung away?’
’Could it be...’ She suddenly had a guess, her eyes shimring with charm.
Her cheeks flushed with youthful blush, her voice now seductive, whispered: "No need to worry, it’s placed deep down~"
...
Jiang Ning was eating pogranates, chatting casually with Geng Lu, enjoying the charm of a sixteen-year-old girl.
Happy tis always seem short... but this saying doesn’t quite apply to Jiang Ning.
When he was young, he could play Tetris on a black-and-white handheld console over and over.
Back then, he could arrogantly claim that ti was the least of his concerns.
Only to realize it was just youthful ignorance.
Nowadays, he can truly claim not to lack ti; with endless years ahead, he can be perpetually joyful.
After talking to Geng Lu for twenty minutes, she didn’t seem ready to hang up; now she was soaking her feet after washing clothes.
Of course, Jiang Ning was more than willing to chat longer; Geng Lu’s voice was soft, truly pleasant, making the call quite enjoyable.
Suddenly, Jiang Ning’s Divine Sense stirred, transmitting an image clearer than radar, outlining two figures, feeding into his mind.
Tongtong was bringing Chuchu out of the house, heading towards him.
Jiang Ning instinctively planned to hang up the phone, as Tongtong’s arrival would invariably disrupt the qq call, which would be impolite.
However, Geng Lu was still on the line, sharing her recent encounters, like the tales and gossip about many artists in their circle.
If Jiang Ning suddenly hung up, it seed too abrupt and appeared rather decisive.
’Since ancient tis, no one can have it both ways...’
However, Jiang Ning was a Cultivator.
He pondered a mont, deciding to try sothing out.
He pointed his finger, casting a Spell to lock Geng Lu’s voice, preventing it from transmitting externally.
"Jiang Ning, Jiang Ning, your big sister Tongtong is here to see you!" Xue Yuantong cheered excitedly, her arrival always carrying a touch of childishness.
Jiang Ning cast another Spell, locking the voices of Xue Yuantong and Xue Chuchu, preventing them from transmitting, cutting any crossover between the two ends.
Simultaneously, Jiang Ning employed the Sound Transmission Technique to continue communicating with Geng Lu.
In this situation, Jiang Ning multitasked, waiting for Geng Lu to finish sharing her entertaining stories before he hung up the phone.
Xue Chuchu wanted to squeeze the pogranate to taste, but Tongtong had not squeezed, so she waited and quietly watched Jiang Ning, feeling that Jiang Ning was sohow different earlier.
However, she didn’t ask; since her relationship with Jiang Ning wasn’t close, she was just here to eat pogranates.
Xue Yuantong called out: "Jiang Ning, I want to eat your pogranate."
"Go ahead." Jiang Ning didn’t mind, these were the quality pogranates he had Shao Shuangshuang buy, preparing to plant them in Hu Qi Mountain in the future.
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