Not long after, Qin Luo returned to the island where he lived. The sea breeze blew his robes, carrying a salty smell, but it could not dispel the thoughts lingering between his brows.
Without pausing, his spiritual energy condensed into a rainbow, and he flew straight toward Su Yaoyue's residence, startling a flock of spirit birds perched on the coral reef along the way.
Meanwhile, in the courtyard on the other side of the island, Su Yaoyue leaned against a round jade table, her light blue gauze dress spread out on the bluestone slabs. She rested her chin on one hand, strands of hair falling down her back, the curves of her chest outlined breathtakingly by the silk dress, her full breasts pressing against the edge of the table, the fabric rising and falling gently with her breath, like a butterfly about to emerge from its cocoon.
At this moment, her gaze was directed towards Qin Luo's residence, her eyes filled with a resentful look that seemed to drip with tears, her red lips slightly pursed, as if holding a pool of aggrieved spring water.
Su Yaoyue gave a soft snort, her fingertips irritably rubbing against the edge of the table, making a faint sound as they scratched the stone surface.
"Hmph! You've been back for so long, and all you do is cling to Murong Liyue and Huang Lu. Do you think you're made of iron? You'll work yourself to death one day, you heartless man!"
"You didn't even bother to come see me. Even if I wanted to entrust my heart and soul to you, do you expect me to come crawling to you? What do you take me for, Su Yaoyue...?"
As she spoke, she pouted her red lips in a huff, her resentful expression resembling that of a cat neglected by its owner. Her fluffy hair hung loosely over her shoulders, swaying gently with her agitated movements.
The rounded curves in front of her body rose and fell with her rapid breathing, making the gauze skirt even tighter. The moment the sleeves slipped down, a section of her fair and delicate forearm was revealed. She was now angrily hugging it to her chest, and the skirt hem was also wrinkled by the pressure.
Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through the courtyard, startling her eyelashes and causing her to instinctively look up.
Upon recognizing the person, Su Yaoyue abruptly stood up, her gauze dress outlining her exquisite curves. She lightly bit her lower lip, her eyes reddening, but the corners of her lips curved into a smile:
"Oh, a rare guest has arrived."
"Finally decided to escape from that harem?"
Before she finished speaking, she turned her back to Qin Luo, the silver bells in her hair jingling softly with her movements, as if venting their dissatisfaction on her behalf.
"I thought someone had long forgotten about this little courtyard, taking advantage of it and leaving. Now that they've condescended to come here, could it be that they still have their eyes on my body?"
As soon as Qin Luofu stepped into the courtyard, he was chilled to the bone by the resentful words.
Su Yaoyue's aggrieved and coquettish tone threw his heart into turmoil, and cold sweat trickled down his back, soaking through his inner shirt.
He then realized that since the day he returned, he had spent a lot of time gently comforting Murong Liyue by her bedside. Once her expression calmed down, he couldn't wait to plunge into the Spirit Abyss Realm for secluded cultivation.
What he thought would be a fleeting moment turned into a long, drawn-out affair, leaving the woman feeling lonely and resentful. Seeing Su Yaoyue's reddened eyes and trembling lips, Qin Luo's heart clenched; he felt this was far more troublesome than any cultivation bottleneck.
However, Qin Luo was quite experienced, and without the slightest hesitation, he gritted his teeth and moved forward, putting on a flattering smile as he tried to put his arm around Su Yaoyue's shoulder.
Unexpectedly, Su Yaoyue used the pretense of making tea to avoid Qin Luo. After slamming the teacup onto the table with a crisp sound, Su Yaoyue said calmly:
"Someone really picked the right time, just as dusk was falling. They must have finished their lovey-dovey time with those two before they had time to come here. Coming at this time, are they thinking of staying overnight so they can take advantage of me some more?"
As she spoke, she gently brushed her sleeves aside, and when she looked up, her eyes were filled with resentment.
"What are you saying? Do you think I'm that kind of person? I haven't come to see you for a while..."
Qin Luo was speechless for a moment, and hurriedly tried to explain. Unexpectedly, he was only halfway through when Su Yaoyue snorted coldly, turning her head away and interrupting his explanation:
"Don't try to fool me with those words. I'm not a three-year-old. If you really cared about me, why would you leave me aside and ignore me?"
"Yes, I'm just a fool who clings to chastity, and I deserve to be a laughingstock with an empty house! When you're whispering sweet nothings to them, do you even remember me? Every time you say something sweeter than honey, you turn around and forget about me. In the end, you only remember me when you want to take advantage of them."
The last words faded in the wind, and she abruptly turned her face away, afraid that if she said another word, she would spill out all the grievances in her heart.
Su Yaoyue understood perfectly well that she saw her reflection in the other person's eyes. But was that reflection etched deep within her heart, or merely on the surface? This uncertainty, like a fine thorn, had been deeply embedded in her heart ever since the conflict between the two academies.
The heartfelt conversations they shared late at night have become like the moon hanging in her heart, seemingly within reach, yet truly unattainable. Now, Qin Luo has been back for a long time, but he has yet to appear, and every second she waits only intensifies her anxiety.
In the still of the night, in the empty courtyard, only the mournful sound of the wind blowing through the hall amplified the bewilderment in her heart.
Those angry words she just spoke were also a desperate gamble she had made.
If I were to give him my most precious chastity tonight, would I be able to leave an eternal mark on his heart? Would I be able to let this fleeting feeling take root and never sway in the wind again?
Looking at Su Yaoyue, who had her back to him, Qin Luo sighed, took a step forward, and hugged her trembling waist from behind.
The familiar masculine scent wafted over her, and Su Yaoyue froze abruptly, struggling only symbolically.
After a while, she leaned into that familiar warmth as if deflated, her fingertips unconsciously clutching his sleeve, her cheek pressed against his heart, listening to his steady heartbeat, yet still trembling slightly.
"There are always so many people around you, I don't know what I can do to keep you here, even for just a moment."
At this point, Su Yaoyue's face turned bright red. She never thought that one day she would say such a thing, just to occupy a corner in Qin Luo's heart.
"Tonight... could you stay here instead of leaving...?"
After saying that, Su Yaoyue buried her face in the crook of his neck, her hot breath spraying onto Qin Luo's skin, causing a slight shiver to run through him.
Her earlobes were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and her hair swayed as her body trembled slightly. Her soft voice carried unspoken anxiety.
The chirping of insects in the courtyard suddenly became clear, and dusk filtered through the leaves, casting long shadows on the intertwined figures of the two.
Qin Luo's Adam's apple bobbed as he reached out and gently stroked her smooth, long hair. When his fingertips brushed against her burning earlobe, he felt her body tremble violently.
It seems that her recent neglect has caused her to start worrying about both the immediate and the long-term...
Nianzhi, Qin Luo rested his chin on the top of her head, his voice carrying a hint of helplessness and heartache:
"Fool~"
"You've already been etched in my heart, why should I be so anxious about losing you?"
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