Zhu Pingniang closed her eyes, lost in thought.
Why not sleep for a while?
Although Zhu Tongjun doesn't dream, she is after all Zhu Pingniang.
What's wrong with Zhu Pingniang having a dream?
Yet, in the end, she didn't go to sleep; instead, she hugged her legs, curling herself up on the chair. The long black skirt pressed down on her originally silky smooth hair, leaving her in a disheveled state.
But at the moment, with her mind full of thoughts about how Li Zhibai abandoned her, what need did Zhu Pingniang have for the image of a master?
Besides, she never had such a thing to begin with.
At this moment, because of her curled-up position, Zhu Pingniang's figure became particularly prominent.
It must be said that Zhu Tongjun was indeed a rare beauty; otherwise, she wouldn't have so many admirers.
And this kind of beauty, even when behaving nonchalantly, still possessed a unique charm, enhanced by her looks.
