Su Yu stood in the room, straight and stiff as a rod.
Her spine was so straight that it resembled a javelin, emanating a soldier's iron-blooded and chilling aura.
Even her incredibly beautiful face was sharp as an unsheathed sword.
Upon hearing Luo Qingtong's words, he fell silent for a moment.
Then, with a thud, he knelt down before Luo Qingtong.
Shush!
Su Yu lifted her hand to untie the hair tie on her head, and in one fierce motion, she ripped off the robe she was wearing.
"The master sees through the smallest details, Su Yu is indeed a woman."
Black hair cascading like a waterfall, the raised bundle of muscles on Su Yu's chest, beautifully wrapped in white cloth, also appeared in front of Luo Qingtong.
The half-kneeling young woman with her dress half-removed revealed her upper body, where the muscle lines were extremely graceful, robust yet not bulky.
That femininely beautiful face was filled with a resolute and proud expression.
