Then, meeting Qin Luo's gaze, he said in a somewhat hesitant tone:
"If that's what you say, why won't you accept this spiritual liquid? Do you think I'm such an unreasonable person who only knows how to take?"
"As expected, sigh~"
Seeing that Su Yaoyue did not show the slightest aversion to his approach, Qin Luo's last remaining concern completely dissipated.
With a slight raise of his hand, an invisible suction force appeared in his palm, drawing the primordial spiritual liquid suspended in the air into his palm.
At the same time, his other hand reached out and wrapped around Su Yaoyue's slender waist, pulling her closer with a little force.
Qin Luo leaned forward slightly, his warm breath brushing against Su Yaoyue's ear as he whispered in her ear:
"How could I think that way? This spiritual liquid is nothing compared to you in my heart."
This sudden embrace, with its inherent strength and Qin Luo's unique aura, instantly enveloped Su Yaoyue.
A look of panic crossed her face, and her delicate features were filled with nervousness and shyness.
Almost instinctively, she quickly raised her hands and placed them on Qin Luo's chest, trying to widen the already intimate distance between them.
At the same time, the words came out, but the voice sounded weak and listless, as if some of its strength had been drained away:
"You, you must let me go! All you can do is sweet talk. You must be just as silver-tongued with those girls, right?"
Although her words were full of reproach, a closer look revealed that there was little resistance in her tone.
Her body merely stiffened slightly, maintaining that seemingly resistant posture, but without any real struggle. Instead, it seemed as if she was waiting for something, or as if she was struggling deep inside, feeling both shy and apprehensive about this sudden intimacy, yet also harboring a faint sense of anticipation.
Qin Luo smiled faintly, but instead of letting go, he pulled her even tighter, gazing into her eyes, and said earnestly:
"Yaoyue, from now on, would you be willing to devote yourself only to the sweet words I whisper to you, and let my voice be the most beautiful and unforgettable murmur in your ears?"
Hearing this, Su Yaoyue's cheeks burned even hotter. Her eyes darted away for a moment before quickly returning to meet Qin Luo's gaze. She bit her lower lip and said:
"How can I trust you? Your sudden change of heart makes me somewhat uneasy."
Indeed, Qin Luo's change was too sudden and completely unlike his previous style.
Previously, under her prompting, he was always hesitant and cautious, trying his best to avoid getting into deeper entanglements.
But now, he is expressing his feelings for her so directly and passionately, and this huge contrast fills Su Yaoyue with unease.
She worried that if she gave herself completely, she would only end up with nothing but disappointment, becoming just another fleeting passerby in his long emotional journey.
Su Yaoyue knew her feelings for him, but her past experiences and Qin Luo's previous evasive attitude made her hesitant to believe this belated confession.
She feared that Qin Luo's enthusiasm was just a passing fancy, a product of a momentary impulse.
She feared that if she gave her heart away, it would be ruthlessly trampled on, leaving her alone to silently lick her wounds.
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