Bearing the Lightning On Myself Chapter 47

Two hours later, the setting sun fell behind the treetops, the ground turned dark, and the air became slightly cooler.

Jason Yang stopped practicing, stood up and walked out of the jungle.

I trotted to the mimicry training ground where Zhu Zhuqing was. When I got closer, I saw from a distance that Zhu Zhuqing was sitting on a bench at the door, waiting. Her round legs were crossed and placed sideways, and her fair hands were elegantly folded on her thighs. She had an elegant figure and a white face that was cold and clear, like an ice elf. The next second, perhaps she heard footsteps, turned her head and stood up quietly.

Ta-ta-ta, Jason Yang quickened his pace and walked over to him, apologetically saying, "Sorry, I kept you waiting for so long."

"It's okay, I just came out too." Zhu Zhuqing said casually.