In the room, the female ninja Yu Wenzi, with a perfectly beautiful face and a back as white as stagnant jade adorned with ink tattoo of mountains and ferocious beasts, tied up her hair and applied a blood-red lip color to her delicate cherry lips.
Qian Ning, dragged out of the room by Shen Qiang, was pouting as she looked at Shen Qiang, holding his arm like a spoiled child, and said coyly, "Shen Qiang, what are you doing? Poor Wenzi is so pitiful, her beautiful skin being marked with such ugly patterns by those bastards. Shouldn't I stay to comfort her at a time like this?"
Shen Qiang chuckled, raising his eyebrows in surprise, and glanced sideways at the cooing Qian Ning, saying, "Alright, I know it's rare for you to meet a friend you can talk to and trust, but darling, you must understand, people's hearts are the most complicated things."
Qian Ning paused for a moment, and said with a sulk, "She's pretty good, someone who can write such wonderful songs can't be that bad."
