Li Yuheng raised an eyebrow, made a graceful turn, and coughed twice with his left fist to his mouth in a pretentious manner.
"Of course, no problem!" he answered decisively, his voice rising at the end with a hint of smug arrogance. "As an S-class guide, I'm fully charged, ready to serve at any time. Your satisfaction is guaranteed!"
He strolled closer, his gaze sweeping over Shu Bai's expressionless face: "But... dear Shu Bai sentinel, which kind of 'guidance' are you asking about?"
Before he could finish speaking, Shu Bai had already expressionlessly stretched out his hand, palm up, and placed it directly under his nose.
The movements were swift and decisive.
Li Yuheng's gaze swept over the hand with its distinct knuckles and thin calluses, and he pursed his lips.
He sighed dramatically and steadily placed his palm on top.
The moment their fingertips touched, Li Yuheng was slightly taken aback.
There was no sharp mental shock like before, nor that biting sense of rejection.
Shu Bai's spiritual power remained strong and complex, but the blizzard that had once raged within it had strangely subsided.
Although the surface of the pool was still icy cold, its depths conveyed an almost docile tranquility.
Li Yuheng's spiritual power could penetrate it without any hindrance.
The phantom of the snow leopard's spirit lay lazily in the distance, its golden pupils half-closed. It glanced at Li Yuheng's spiritual power, let out a very soft gurgling sound, and then ignored it, as if it had tacitly acknowledged the existence of this outsider.
The process of diverting traffic was incredibly smooth.
Li Yuheng didn't even need to expend much effort to guide or comfort her; he only needed to maintain the stability of their mental connection.
A similarly subtle hint of surprise flashed in Shu Bai's dark eyes.
This time, there was no headache, no irritability, and no urge to tear everything apart.
The mental landscape was one of unprecedented tranquility and clarity.
The traffic control efforts have ended.
Li Yuheng, feeling the lingering spiritual energy at his fingertips, stroked his chin, adopting the demeanor of a seasoned expert, and spoke with great seriousness:
"Hmm... Based on my professional judgment, this remarkable therapeutic effect is most likely due to yesterday's soul-deepening and highly effective 'deep channeling'."
He emphasized those four words, raised his chin, and said, "Look how good your mental state is now. Even unconscious attacks are gone. This adhesion effect is top-notch!"
Shu Bai looked down at his palm, his fingertips curling slightly.
Indeed... things are different now.
The mental landscape had never been so open and peaceful; even the usually restless snow leopard was now lazily yawning.
Is deep-level intervention really that effective?
He certainly knew that the combined sentry channels would have a far greater effect than ordinary channels, but that guy Li Yuheng…
Her pale lips moved silently.
Logically, he should indeed say thank you.
No matter how outrageous the process, the result is real.
But when I think about how I should thank Li Yuheng, the person from yesterday…
In short, the words "thank you" are like a thorn stuck in my throat—I can't spit them out, and I can't swallow them down.
He struggled for a few seconds, his jawline taut.
Finally, as if she had made a great decision, she suddenly raised her head and quickly scanned Li Yuheng's face.
He quickly looked away, staring at the wall beside him, and squeezed out a sentence stiffly and dryly:
"...Thanks."
The voice was so low it was almost inaudible, and carried a subtle, unsettling quality.
Li Yuheng's eyes lit up instantly, as if he had heard some heavenly music.
He immediately leaned closer, almost pressing his face against Shu Bai's, and asked with a grin, "What are you thanking me for? Explain yourself, Shu Bai, Sentinel! Are you thanking me for my good skills? Or for my excellent service? Or for me—"
Before he could finish speaking, Shu Bai shoved his head away, her tone turning cold and hard again: "Thank you my foot."
Okay, that feels better now.
Li Yuheng's head tilted to the side after being pushed, but he seized the opportunity to grab Shu Bai's wrist: "Thank me for your patronage? Fine! My head is the smartest part of my body. Thank you for your patronage, and welcome back next time~"
Shu Bai: "..."
Okay, I feel uncomfortable again.
Or should we beat up this guide?
Li Yuheng grinned and prepared to look at the monitoring watch on Shu Bai's wrist: "Come on, let's see how effective this is! Thanks to my 'careful guidance,' the needle has to give me face and jump straight to green—"
His voice abruptly stopped.
The smile froze on his face.
His brows furrowed unconsciously.
On the dial, that damned hand still stubbornly hovers on the line between yellow and green.
"Um?"
Li Yuheng pulled Shu Bai's wrist closer, almost touching it to his own eyes, and with his other hand, he bent his fingers and tapped the watch face glass twice without any politeness. "Is this thing broken? Is it stuck? The channeling effect was so good just now!"
Shu Bai immediately withdrew her hand and looked down at her watch.
The pointer did not move.
Li Yuheng, defiant, raised his left wrist.
The data belonging to the sparse white group, its core mental fluctuation value indicator bar, also stubbornly remained at the boundary between yellow and green, just a tiny bit short, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.
Li Yuheng stared at the motionless pointer, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing his chin.
Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, his eyes lit up slightly, he raised his hand to touch the tip of his nose, and looked at Shu Bai tentatively.
To be precise, it was looking at Shu Bai's lips, which were still glistening with moisture.
"It seems that conventional diversion methods have reached a bottleneck? How about we try something else?"
His hints were so obvious that his gaze was almost glued to his pale lips.
Shu Bai understood almost immediately what this "other" referred to.
Chaotic and burning fragments of memories assaulted his mind, accompanied by a lingering ache deep within his body.
It was so quiet around us that the last rays of the evening sky had completely sunk behind the mountains outside the window.
The room was dark, with only the faint glow from the monitoring dials on their wrists outlining Li Yuheng's blurry yet aggressive features.
Shu Bai felt as if his heart was being squeezed by something, pounding and pounding against his chest, so loudly that he suspected Li Yuheng could hear it too.
Is this intense throbbing due to the excitement of finally breaking free from the shackles of being a "problem sentinel" and returning to the battlefield, or is it because of... something else?
He wasn't quite sure.
She felt her throat go dry, and her gaze involuntarily drifted towards Li Yuheng's lips.
The guy seemed to be waiting for his answer; in the dim light of his watch, a sly smile played on his lips.
Finally, Shu Bai heard his own somewhat hoarse voice break the silence, carrying a resigned yet defiant resolve:
"...pheromone exchange?"
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