Looking at the beautiful woman before him, Qin Luo revealed a gentle smile:

"How about baptism? It might increase your chances of becoming a saint... Hmm?!"

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of cold light appeared, and a heavy sword, accompanied by a whistling sound, was already firmly held against his neck.

The sword exuded a chilling aura, and its icy touch penetrated his skin, causing Qin Luo to stiffen and dare not move in the slightest.

"Bingli, I know you're angry, but... isn't this a bit too extreme?"

Ke Danbingli seemed not to hear, and with light steps, she fixed her eyes on Qin Luo as she walked towards him step by step.

Her gaze never left Qin Luo, and the tears in her eyes were like shattered stars.

As the distance between the two gradually closed, Qin Luo could clearly see her swollen red eyes and the traces of tears around them, and even smell the faint fragrance of plum blossoms on her body.

There was a clear, resounding clang as the heavy sword fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Dan Bingli leaped forward and wrapped her arms tightly around Qin Luo's neck.

The movement was resolute and determined, with the toes pointing upwards, the whole person almost suspended in mid-air.

In that instant, Qin Luo's expression was quickly filled with astonishment. His eyes widened, and his pupils reflected the figure of Dan Bingli rushing towards him. This sudden action caused his mind to go blank for a moment, and he was completely immersed in the shock.

Immediately afterwards, a chilling coldness spread rapidly throughout his body. This coldness, like the icy tongue of a snake, spread swiftly along his neck, covering his skin with a layer of frost wherever it passed.

At this moment, Qin Luo could clearly feel her rapid and disordered breathing. Her warm breath, tinged with a hint of coldness, brushed past Qin Luo's ear, carrying a salty taste—the smell of dried tears.

Qin Luo's hands subconsciously rose, but paused in mid-air, and finally just gently placed on her waist.

At this moment, only the two figures embracing each other were visible on the mountaintop, a gentle breeze causing their clothes to flutter.

Everything around them fell silent; there was no noise, no strife, only the intertwining of their heartbeats.

After a long while, their breaths finally separated slightly. Dan Bingli's eyes shimmered with a hazy light, and countless emotions rippled within them.

The delicate fragrance of winter plum blossoms wafted out in waves with her rapid breathing, lingering around Qin Luo.

Then, Dan Bingli buried her head deeply in Qin Luo's arms, wrapping her arms tightly around him.

The force was so great that it seemed to want to completely merge herself into Qin Luo's body, to become one with him, and never be separated again. Only this tight embrace could soothe her previous shame and anger and her current turmoil.

Qin Luo felt the suffocating force, yet felt no impatience. At this moment, the woman, once as cold as an iceberg, completely melted, her burning emotions surprising even him.

"Bing Li..."

Just as Qin Luo was about to speak, Dan Bingli abruptly raised her head. Her movement was somewhat hasty, as if she feared that if she hesitated even a second longer, she would hear the answer that terrified her.

Before Qin Luo could speak, she eagerly spoke first, her clear voice trembling slightly:

“In our tribe, after this, you're responsible to me. I don't care, I'm yours from now on, and you can't get rid of me even if you want to!”

Her panicked eyes held a hint of stubbornness, but more than anything, they betrayed an uneasy anxiety. Her shimmering eyes were fixed on Qin Luo, trying to discern his truest thoughts from his gaze.

Hearing her words, Qin Luo was momentarily stunned.

It was this lack of an immediate answer that made Dan Bingli's heart sink to the bottom of the lake. The unease in her eyes grew stronger, and her original expectation and shyness were now covered by fear and despair.

Then tears welled up in her eyes: With a sob in her voice, she said:

"You...you don't want me anymore? Do you think I'm cold and unfeminine?"

Hearing the sound of something about to shatter, Qin Luo suddenly came to his senses. Looking at the sobbing Dan Bingli in front of him, he reached out without hesitation, cupped her tear-streaked face, and forced her to meet his gaze.

"Bingli, you misunderstood. I just didn't expect it and it felt a bit sudden."

Unexpectedly, Dan Bingli said with tears streaming down her face:

"That's so sudden! You... you tasted the rouge, and you were intimate with me in such an inappropriate way. How can this be so sudden!"

Hearing this, Qin Luo looked puzzled. This was clearly a frame-up. He hadn't eaten any meat, and he absolutely couldn't take the blame for this!

"No? What do you mean by 'incestuous relationship'?"

Dan Bingli's cheeks flushed crimson, and after hesitating for a long time, she finally managed to squeeze out two words through gritted teeth:

"Spirit Pool!"

Qin Luo suddenly realized what had happened and, recalling his experience in the Spirit Pool, couldn't help but feel a little amused and exasperated.

“Bingli, that was just an accident in the spirit pool, not the frivolous thing you think it is. At that time, I was just trying to deal with your weak spiritual energy. I was forced by the situation and had no intention of disrespecting you.”

As he spoke, Qin Luo wiped away the tears on Dan Bingli's cheeks.

Dan Bingli gazed intently at his incredibly gentle actions, her eyes filled with longing.

A moment later, she parted her lips slightly and uttered a startling statement:

"I... I don't care. I'll give you two choices: one, take full responsibility; two... the other, swear a blood oath to be together for all eternity, never to be separated!"

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