Yu'an Temple
Kun* *Kun* *Kun*
Su Liya bent slightly to the side and skillfully massaged her aching thigh gently. She glared at the back of Zhu Fengyin's head, she glanced around the room once more before rolling her eyes. Everyone in the room looked so serious praying, it was irritating. Their seriousness made her look bad, Shu Liya immediately updated her previously abandoned list of things she hated about transmigrating into the past.
The prolonged prayer time rose to the top of the list right before the horrible bath culture for the lower class. She has been kneeling for so long that she could barely feel her legs. She stiffed a sigh and continued glaring darkly at Zhu Fengyin who knelt behind her.
