Su Yaoyue suddenly looked up, her bright eyes filled with grievance and longing through her misty tears:

"Really? But why haven't you come to visit me all this time? You know I'm not the competitive type, but almost half a month has passed, and you..."

Unfortunately, before she could finish speaking, Qin Luo interrupted her. He lowered his head, his warm breath brushing against her flushed cheeks. As the night deepened, the wind lifted Su Yaoyue's skirt, swirling between their intertwined legs.

She slowly loosened her grip on Qin Luo's clothes, instead wrapping her arms around his waist, her tense posture gradually softening in his embrace.

After a long while, the two separated slightly. Su Yaoyue softly punched Qin Luo's chest, her cheeks flushed red.

"They always bully me... They always use this trick."

Her face, buried in the crook of his neck, was burning hot; the ticklish sensation when her eyelashes brushed against his skin sent shivers down Qin Luo's spine.

"You ignored me for almost two weeks, and the first thing you did when we met was to take advantage of me. How can you do this to me?"

Her voice grew softer and softer, with a nasal tone, and her fingertips unconsciously tugged at the fabric of his collar: "You always say you have me in your heart, but you leave me here waiting in vain."

Despite her complaints, she nuzzled against his chest, her sweet fragrance growing stronger.

Qin Luo gently embraced Su Yaoyue's voluptuous body. The softness in his palms made his Adam's apple bob involuntarily, and the sweet fragrance lingering around his nose became even more alluring. He lowered his head, resting it against the top of her head, feeling the delicate body in his arms, and finally said in a deep voice:

"I'm sorry, I was planning to tell you after I returned from the Shattered Continent, but I didn't expect that I would break through the bottleneck so quickly, which is why I didn't tell you in time."

"Actually, I've been cultivating in the Abyss Prison below the Spirit Abyss Realm all this time. As soon as I broke through, I came to see you."

As he spoke, Qin Luo also appropriately revealed a trace of saintly aura, an aura that carried a chaotic quality that was not yet fully under his control, confirming what he had just said.

Sensing the oppressive aura of a saint, Su Yaoyue's pupils contracted sharply. She instinctively gripped Qin Luo's clothes, and the image of the sky-covering calamity clouds that had appeared not long ago flashed through her mind.

It turns out that those surging thunderclouds and trembling heaven and earth were caused by him!

Her fingertips suddenly trembled, and she hurriedly looked up, her gaze darting anxiously over him:

"So those tribulation clouds were caused by you... Were you injured during your tribulation? Was your soul damaged?"

Her worried gaze swept over Qin Luo's face repeatedly, her slender white fingers trembling as she brushed across his brow and chest, afraid of missing even the slightest mark.

Only after confirming that Qin Luo's aura was stable and he had no hidden injuries did Su Yaoyue feel relieved. However, recalling her actions just now, her fingertips froze in mid-air. The surging grievances and resentments from before now exploded into a feeling of utter helplessness.

She bit her lower lip, her voice as soft as a startled bird:

"Am I making a mountain out of a molehill? It was clearly a great thing for you to break through, but I was just being petty and saying those things."

As she spoke, she suddenly buried her face in Qin Luo's chest, her voice muffled by the fabric, filled with deep self-reproach, "Was I too selfish?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Luo's long arms tightened abruptly, pulling the trembling Su Yaoyue into his embrace. His chin gently brushed against the top of her head, the fragrance of her dark hair mingling with his warm breath:

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's my fault. I should have told you before I went into seclusion."

He gently stroked her back with his palm, like soothing a ruffled kitten:

"I've kept you waiting for so long, and you've already shown me great consideration by enduring your grievances without making a scene or only grumbling a few times."

As Su Yaoyue raised her reddened eyes, Qin Luo's slender fingers gently caressed her flushed cheeks. His gaze lingered on the corners of her misty eyes, his voice low and deep:

"I can see the unease in your eyes, although I don't understand why you are so anxious."

"But since you have entrusted your heart to me, your importance in my heart has never been measured by the length of time. This is my eternal promise to you, Qin Luo."

The gentle words echoed in Su Yaoyue's ears, and her nose suddenly felt sore. She looked up at those deep and affectionate eyes and suddenly realized that all her past unease had become a ridiculous obsession.

Trembling fingers climbed up his neck, slowly pulling his face closer. Their warm breaths mingled, and her voice held an unprecedented tenderness:

"You always say such nice things, and I just have to take them to heart every time. I'm afraid I'm doomed to be stuck with you for the rest of my life."

Before she could finish speaking, her jade-like cheeks flushed crimson, her usual shyness transforming into a bold and alluring allure. Her slender waist swayed gently, her magnificent figure pressing against his firm chest, like spring vines climbing an ancient tree.

"The night is deep, tonight, tonight...don't..."

Her words were hesitant and unclear. Before she could even utter her final plea to stay, Su Yaoyue buried her face in his shoulder, secretly clutching his clothes. Her shy expression seemed both timid and expectant.

Qin Luo's Adam's apple bobbed heavily. The warm fragrance of the delicate body in his arms was like intoxicating wine, stirring his heartstrings. The slender waist that could be encircled by one hand, the soft, burning flesh pressed against his chest, made his emotions surge.

However, he hadn't forgotten the important matter. Suppressing his overflowing emotions, he lightly touched Su Yaoyue's burning earlobe with his fingertips and said in a low, restrained voice:

"Yaoyue, there's something else I need to say..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a coquettish voice.

"Don't say anything else!"

Su Yaoyue's voice carried an unprecedented domineering tone, her soft body pressed tightly against him, as if trying to shut him up from saying anything.

Her fingertips gripped Qin Luo's collar tightly, her heart pounding uncontrollably in her chest. She was the one who blushed and offered to let him stay the night, yet now his words, "I have something to say," made her feel utterly ashamed.

Who would talk about serious matters at such an ambiguous time?

She buried her face in his shoulder, pouting, a faint blush rising behind her ears, while her arms tightened around his neck. Her sweet fragrance, mingled with the girl's coquettishness, grew stronger in the night breeze.

She knew there was restraint in his tone, and that he must have something important to say. But she still acted childishly, with a touch of self-destructive stubbornness.

Suddenly, Su Yaoyue tugged at her slender hand, and the ribbon in her hair fell to the ground. Her long, black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, obscuring her flushed cheeks and silencing their intertwined breaths.

She tilted her head back, her wet eyes shimmering with tears:

Even if the sky were to fall... we'd have to wait until tomorrow to talk about it!

As the night wind swept by, the cool moonlight cast swaying shadows of the sycamore trees in the courtyard. The moonlight, like scattered silver, filtered through the leaves and fell on the bluestone slabs, but was partially obscured by the eaves.

A few lazy chirps of insects drifted from afar, sometimes near, sometimes far, as if unwilling to disturb the silence of the night.

The occasional swaying of the flower branches only dared to send a soft rustling sound with their flickering shadows, coaxing the growing affection in the night to sleep.