Cimu family.
Within Princess Cimu's courtyard.
Lu Wu was holding a swordsmanship secret manual, reclined on a couch and reading it.
Cimu Qingzi was attending to him at his side.
Pouring tea, providing water, playing the zither, and kneading his shoulders.
Every movement gentle and delicate, every furrow of the brow and smile brimming with unmeltable affection.
At first, Lu Wu was somewhat uncomfortable with this situation.
But humans have a strong capacity for adaptation, especially scoundrels, whose adaptability is particularly formidable.
After a few days, Lu Wu began to enjoy all this quite righteously.
It was just pretending for the occasion, who didn't know how to do that?
Of course, he didn't indulge in it.
Because he knew clearly that all of this was fake.
So, in the past few days, he'd invested most of his energy in the Cimu family's swordsmanship secret manuals and that Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword.
