After Su Yaoyue accepted the jade slip, Qin Luo didn't say anything or ask any questions. He just gazed at her quietly, his eyes filled with doting affection.

Su Yaoyue, however, couldn't hold back any longer and spoke first, asking a question:

"Qin Luo, aren't you curious about where I, a mere student of the Lingyuan Sect, get the audacity to make such a boast?"

Qin Luo smiled and shook his head:

"It would be a lie to say I'm not curious, but I won't force you if you don't want to tell me. You've entrusted your heart to me, how could I betray your trust?"

Heartfelt words lingered in Su Yaoyue's ears, causing her to involuntarily take a step forward, embrace Qin Luo, press her cheek against his chest, listen to the pounding of his heart, and murmur softly:

"Qin Luo, meeting you, getting to know you, and falling in love with you is the most precious gift God has given me in this life, and it is a fortune that I can never repay in my entire life."

At the same time, Su Yaoyue was also silently thinking to herself:

I also wanted to tell you, but now is really not the time. I don't want to add these unnecessary burdens to you. Once this academy competition is over, once I successfully break through to the Saint Realm, and with the help of the Mysterious Azure Wave Dharma Image you gave me, then I will have enough confidence...

And so, the two nestled together for a long time, until Qin Luo inadvertently looked up and saw that the sky outside was gradually darkening. He then coughed softly, breaking the warm atmosphere.

At this moment, Su Yaoyue didn't know how to describe this feeling.

This was the first time in her life that she had been completely immersed in Qin Luo's warm embrace, savoring the tranquility within.

When he "touched" her earlier, she felt dizzy and disoriented, her mind filled with panic. She had no time to think about anything else, let alone savor the feeling of intimacy.

At that moment, she could feel the warmth emanating from Qin Luo. That warmth penetrated her clothes and seeped into her skin, reaching the softest corner of her heart, making her feel an unprecedented sense of security.

This feeling was something she had never experienced since her mother's untimely death, through countless lonely days and nights, and during the long years of wandering away from home.

Hearing Qin Luo's soft cough, Su Yaoyue's consciousness, which had been immersed in the gentle embrace of love, gradually returned.

When she looked up out the window, what came into view was a world already shrouded in twilight.

"How time flies! I never felt it go by so fast before..."

Su Yaoyue thought shyly for a moment, then lifted her head from Qin Luo's embrace. Her pink cheeks were already flushed with an intoxicating blush, making her look delicate and beautiful.

Her eyes still held a lingering sense of longing and fascination, but the shyness that followed made her feel utterly ashamed.

How could I have unknowingly lingered in his arms for so long?

Nianzhi, Su Yaoyue subconsciously bit her lower lip, her proud breasts rising and falling with her breath, outlining a breathtaking curve.

However, she naturally wouldn't easily admit that she had willingly craved this warm embrace, so she feigned anger, her voice carrying a hint of feigned weakness, and lightly spat out:

"It's been so long, haven't you hugged me enough? Still... still won't you let me go?"

As she spoke, she turned her face away from Qin Luo's questioning gaze, but her ears involuntarily turned bright red.

Qin Luo: (*′?д?)?

No? I didn't even move my hand. Didn't you take the initiative to hug me in the first place?

Seemingly noticing Qin Luo's bewildered gaze, Su Yaoyue felt her face burning with shame and quickly broke free from his embrace.

After standing still, she trembled as she straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, every movement revealing her deep unease.

Seeing Su Yaoyue's embarrassment, Qin Luo quickly smiled and offered her a way out, deliberately saying:

"Uh, it's my fault, it's my fault. It's just that you're too charming, Yaoyue, and I couldn't resist." As he spoke, he touched his nose sheepishly.

Hearing Qin Luo's words, Su Yaoyue's shyness subsided slightly, but when she looked up, she still glared at Qin Luo and said reproachfully:

"He's all talk and sweet talk, he's so glib."

Qin Luo gave a helpless bitter smile, looked up at the increasingly dim night, and was about to speak and leave:

"Yaoyue, it's getting late, I..."

Unfortunately, Su Yaoyue interrupted him hastily before he could finish speaking.

When Su Yaoyue saw Qin Luo's hesitant expression, alarm bells went off in her mind, and her mind uncontrollably conjured up a series of erotic images. She subconsciously assumed that Qin Luo wanted to stay overnight.

Last time, she only got to taste her own rouge, and he "left her hanging" for two years. If she were to let him stay so easily this time, wouldn't she be completely "controlled" by him in the future?

Thinking of this, Su Yaoyue disregarded her shyness and hurriedly pushed Qin Luo towards the door, her movements urgent, muttering as she did so:

"Yes, yes, it's getting late. You should go back soon. We can talk about it tomorrow."

Qin Luo was completely bewildered by Su Yaoyue's sudden action. Before he could react, he was pushed outside the door.

He looked at Su Yaoyue blankly, about to say something, when Su Yaoyue swiftly pulled the door open.

Bang!

A dull thud sounded particularly abrupt in the quiet night. The tightly closed door ruthlessly shut Qin Luo out, leaving him standing there in astonishment.

Inside her boudoir, Su Yaoyue leaned against the door, her chest heaving, a blush still lingering on her face. Her eyes were lightly closed, and Qin Lang's handsome face appeared in her mind. An overwhelming affection welled up within her, causing her to cover her face and murmur softly:

"How embarrassing! Su Yaoyue, how can you be so spineless? Did you really hope he would stay? He's been gone for two whole years without a word. You can't be so lacking in judgment and confidence..."

Qin Luo, who was outside the door, seemed to have anticipated something. He smiled silently, turned around, and flew towards his residence, his receding figure gradually disappearing into the night.

......

"One, two, three? That's it?"

In the highest hall of Lingyuan Sect, all was silent except for that faint sound that echoed in the quiet night.

On the roof tiles of this hall, the moonlight poured down like water, reflecting two figures.

One was a refined middle-aged man, and the other was a rough and uncouth old man. Both of them stared warily at the constantly boiling black mist standing at the highest point.

If anyone from the Lingyuan Sect were to witness these two people at this moment, they would be astonished and their eyes would widen in surprise.

Because these two people are, one is Dean Yuanxuan, a highly respected figure in the Lingyuan Sect, and the other is the guardian beast Yuanyu Canglong, who has protected the Lingyuan Sect for many years and whose strength is unfathomable.

Dean Yuanxuan, dressed in a simple black robe, subtly winked at Yuanyu, the rough-looking old man beside him.

A moment later, Yuan Yu frowned and shook his head slightly. The movement was so subtle that it would have been difficult to notice if Dean Yuan Xuan hadn't been watching him closely.