Qin Luo coughed awkwardly, about to persuade Yi Ting to let go, when he saw Murong Liyue slowly step forward.
Her usually aloof face was veiled in a thin layer of frost, her fingertips unconsciously stroking:
"Huang Lu and Su Yaoyue have already returned to their parents' home. Now that the competition between the academies has come to an end, I..."
Before he could finish speaking, his gaze swept over Yi Ting's arm wrapped around Qin Luo's neck, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
"I'll go back and wait for you first, so as not to bother you here."
Murong Liyue looked away, her voice more distant than usual, her hair swaying slightly with her movements.
"Is Liyue jealous? There's no need to worry!"
Yi Ting tilted her head, her almond-shaped eyes curving into crescents, and deliberately snuggled closer to Qin Luo, the hem of her light-colored skirt sliding down her waist in an alluring curve.
"After all, Master will be going back in a few days. You're all in Lingyuan Sect, unlike me." At this point, Yiting suddenly lowered her eyelashes, her voice tinged with grievance:
"I'm afraid it will be difficult to even see my master again in the future."
As she spoke, her fingertips traced circles on Qin Luo's chest:
"I hope that Sister Liyue can be lenient and entrust my master to me for a few days. I'm sure you won't be as heartless as Sister Xia, will you?"
Murong Liyue's palms, clenched tightly in her sleeves, were already sweating, and her eyes gleamed coldly. She took a deep breath, ultimately saying nothing more, only uttering a gritted "Of course not!" before transforming into a streak of light and disappearing into the horizon.
As Yi Ting watched her departing figure, a smug smile curled at the corner of her lips. She buried her face back into Qin Luo's arms, the scent of mugwort in her hair growing even stronger.
"As expected, Master's arms are still the warmest..."
Qin Luo sighed helplessly, gazing in the direction where Murong Liyue had disappeared, a hint of melancholy flashing between his brows. However, once he returned to Lingyuan Sect, he could always find an opportunity to explain things clearly.
It's understandable that Yi-ting, whom she hadn't seen for three years, would be so clingy upon their reunion.
He reached out and flicked Yiting's forehead, his expression a mix of helplessness and indulgence, and chuckled:
"You..."
My fingertips touched her soft skin; it was warm to the touch and had the delicate tenderness unique to a young girl.
Yiting looked up, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling, and said with a pitiful expression:
"I've finally managed to wait for my master, so of course I want to spend more time with him."
As she spoke, she snuggled closer to him, "Master~ Ting'er missed you."
Her voice gradually lowered, carrying a barely perceptible unease.
Qin Luo's heart stirred, and he gently patted the top of her head:
"I've been thinking about you every single moment these past three years."
Feeling the person in his arms gradually relax, he couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle. This girl is still as troublesome and soft-hearted as ever.
......
The moonlight spilled across the few remaining mountain peaks in this shattered land, and a cold wind swept by, sending shivers down one's spine.
"Achoo!"
From a distance, Su Xuan rubbed her nose, glaring resentfully at the two figures cuddling together, muttering to herself:
"Yiting really insists on showing off her love in this freezing weather, staying here with her little sweetheart. This is bad enough for me, her senior sister; has she forgotten that if I go back alone, Master might skin me alive..."
She stomped her foot, turned around, and ducked behind a rock, trying to avoid the 'sweet attack'.
In another shadowy spot, Sikong Xiu's pink and black dress fluttered in the wind as her fingertips unconsciously rubbed against each other.
She watched coldly as Qin Luo gently stroked Yi Ting's hair, a mocking smile playing on her lips.
"What a romantic playboy. It's just a competition between universities, yet he's accumulated so many romantic debts."
Despite this, she didn't move an inch, the restriction in her mind reminding her that she had to stay here.
As the night dew grew heavier on the mountaintop, the mountain wind carried the dew across her clothes. Yi Ting knelt on the blue stone, her slightly disheveled hair adding to her languid air.
The undulating curves beneath the pale yellow dress were faintly visible, the full skirt cascading like moonlight, completely enveloping Qin Luo's legs. The girl's fingertips lightly touched his temple, carrying the unique warmth of her soft hands.
When Qin Luo looked up, he felt that even the starry sky couldn't compare to the allure of the scene before him. The straight curve of her hair completely obscured Yi Ting's gentle face, trapping him in this soft, enchanting world.
He could only feel the warmth of his palms coursing through his veins, and the sensation on his knees was unusually soft and tender, quite different from Xia Zihan's slender figure, which made his throat tighten.
In some respects, Zihan did indeed lose.
A suppressed sigh escaped his throat, and Qin Luo lowered his eyes, averting his gaze. His fingertips unconsciously caressed the full curve of the breasts resting on his lap, inwardly sighing that no one could resist such a gentle onslaught.
The mountain wind whipped at his clothes, scattering the enchanting atmosphere into the night. He could only suppress the surging emotions in his heart and gaze at the fireflies that flickered in the distance.
"Master, what's wrong? Did Ting'er use too much force?"
Yi Ting seemed to notice his distraction, stopped what she was doing, and as she leaned over, the scent of mugwort from her hair completely enveloped him.
The moment he bent down, the softness before him carried the unique warmth and fragrance of a young girl. Qin Luo felt an invisible pressure wash over him, the voluptuous curves completely enveloping him.
At this moment, Qin Luo finally understood what it meant to be under immense pressure and facing imminent destruction.
He hurriedly turned his face away, only to meet Yiting's sly gaze.
Seeing Qin Luo like this, Yi Ting's eyes were full of laughter. She chuckled softly and deliberately leaned down further, her hair falling down to outline her alluring curves.
"So even my master gets shy!"
Seeing Qin Luo's embarrassment, Yi Ting stopped abruptly. She straightened up, her fingertips returning to Qin Luo's temples, gently circling them.
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