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Ouyang Jingyuan also laughed because of the "golden thigh" comment.
After lunch, Shen Chuwei laid down on the couch intending to take a nap.
The couches here were different from those in Daxia; these were made of bamboo and could be moved at will.
There was a breeze outside, so Shen Chuwei asked Qin Xiao to move the couch out.
Shen Chuwei lay on the couch, drowsily drifting off to sleep.
When Wu Tan walked over, Shen Chuwei had already fallen asleep, so he sat down on a small stool beside her.
Qin Xiao saw Wu Tan and frowned—what was a monk doing here? He glanced at Shen Chuwei on the couch, and as a martial artist, he could tell from her rhythmic breathing that she was sleeping soundly.
Bored of staying inside the room, Lin Xian moved his wheelchair outside, his gaze drifting across to the guest room, where he saw someone sitting in the courtyard—that same monk he had seen once before.