Xiao Ling led Han Yue into the room, releasing a soul barrier that blocked out any outside perception. Then, he carefully and gently closed the door.
Han Yue shrugged off Xiao Ling's grip and, seemingly nonchalantly, tidied the slightly messy items on the table, her eyes deliberately and stubbornly avoiding glances in Xiao Ling's direction.
Xiao Ling slowly approached Han Yue and whispered, "Hehe, Senior, sorry to have kept you waiting."
A subtle hint of guilt lingered in his voice.
Han Yue, without even looking up, simply replied coldly, "Oh, you still remembered to come." Her calm voice held a subtle hint of grievance, as if she had been greatly ignored.
Xiao Ling gave a helpless, wry smile and reached out to grasp Han Yue's hand, white as mutton-fat jade. Han Yue dodged away like a frightened deer.
Raising an eyebrow slightly, Xiao Ling grasped Han Yue's smooth, slender wrist without hesitation.
Although he already knew the reason for Han Yue's tantrum, he couldn't show it on the surface.
"Senior, please don't be like that," Xiao Ling's tone was filled with flattery.
Han Yue feigned indifference, saying, "What's wrong with me? I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
Han Yue's tone remained calm, without a trace of emotion, yet she made no effort to break free from Xiao Ling's strong grip.
Meeting Xiao Ling's gaze, Han Yue's calm, indifferent eyes revealed a subtle ripple of emotion.
However, she merely glanced at Xiao Ling briefly before looking away, as if deliberately avoiding Xiao Ling's intense gaze.
Seeing Han Yue's expression, Xiao Ling couldn't help but understand the situation.
It was clearly a charming expression of jealousy, yet a disloyal attitude.
Without further hesitation, Xiao Ling immediately took action. In the current situation, he had to take care of his senior.
Xiao Ling sighed softly and gently embraced Han Yue from behind. He rested his chin lightly on her shoulder, his gesture a deeply ambiguous one.
Han Yue's body trembled slightly, her heart momentarily flustered, but she stubbornly said, "Let me go, go do your thing." Her voice was tinged with anger.
Xiao Ling, however, held her tighter, whispering in her ear, "Senior, please stop being angry, okay?"
As he spoke, Xiao Ling slowly pressed his cheek against Han Yue's cascading silver hair, inhaling softly, reveling in its delicate fragrance.
Han Yue bit her lip, remaining silent, but the tense expression on her face softened slightly, no longer as cold as before.
Xiao Ling, sensing Han Yue's softening attitude, continued, "Senior, it's true I've been a little busy lately, but I think of you all the time. Every moment we're alone, your image is always on my mind." His words were sincere and affectionate.
Han Yue remained silent, but her hands slowed down as she sorted through the things she was holding, her trembling fingertips betraying the inner struggle.
Xiao Ling turned Han Yue's body and made her face him. He looked into her eyes seriously and said with determination in his eyes: "Senior sister, I know that I haven't done well enough and that you have been wronged. But I promise you that during this time in the inner courtyard, I will spend more time with you and will not let you feel lonely again."
Han Yue turned her head away and muttered softly: "You went out for training this time and brought back two little girls. Who knows if what you said is true." But her flushed cheeks betrayed her shyness, just like a delicate peach blossom.
Xiao Ling gently held Han Yue's shoulders and said seriously: "Senior sister, Qinglin and Xiao Yixian are just my partners. We go out for training together and support each other."
"They do have special talents for cultivation and can play an important role in many cases, but it is not what you think."
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"Haven't you met them before? You've witnessed how powerful the cultivation talents of those special physiques are."
Han Yue frowned slightly, remembering the two women's unusual qualities. After a moment's thought, she said, "Okay, I'll trust you for now. But don't neglect me because of them." Her slightly furrowed brow revealed a lingering worry. Xiao
Ling nodded quickly, saying sincerely, "Don't worry, senior sister, that won't happen. My current relationship with them isn't that kind of relationship."
As for what kind of relationship they might develop in the future, Xiao Ling couldn't predict.
With that, he gently embraced Han Yue and said softly, "Senior sister, it's all my fault for making you feel wronged. I promise I'll be more considerate of your feelings in the future."
Han Yue leaned into Xiao Ling's embrace and hummed softly, "I'll forgive you this time. It won't happen again."
Xiao Ling nodded, replying, "I definitely will," with a doting smile on his face.
Han Yue raised her head, met Xiao Ling's eyes, and said, "Actually, I don't really blame you. I'm just a little bit grumpy. You'll be fine if you coax me." There was a hint of pout in her eyes.
Xiao Ling fondly scratched Han Yue's nose and said, "I know you're the most understanding."
Han Yue blushed slightly and said, "You're the only one who says nice things." Her shy expression was endearing.
Xiao Ling hugged Han Yue tightly and said, "This is all from the heart."
Xiao Ling, watching Han Yue's shy and charming expression, felt a surge of emotion. He couldn't help but lower his head and gently kiss Han Yue on the lips.
Han Yue was startled at first, her body stiffening slightly, but she quickly relaxed under Xiao Ling's gentle touch.
Xiao Ling's kiss was gentle and affectionate, as if expressing endless love and attachment.
At the same time, Xiao Ling's hand couldn't help but slip into Han Yue's clothes, beginning to feel the softness.
Han Yue trembled slightly, but didn't resist. She let those hands play with her.
Slowly closing her eyes, Han Yue's hands unconsciously wrapped around Xiao Ling's neck, responding to his kiss.
At this moment, the air in the room seemed to become hot, time seemed to stand still, and the only thing left in the world was the figures of them hugging and kissing each other.
The two leaned on the sofa, and the kiss became more and more passionate.
After a long time, as a silver thread broke, Xiao Ling slowly let go of Han Yue, and their foreheads touched each other, breathing a little quickly.
At this time, Han Yue's clothes were a little messy, and a few strands of hair fell on her red lips. Her breathing was particularly rapid, and her face was also flushed with two unnatural blushes. It
was quite different from her usual image of being out of touch with the world.
Xiao Ling stared at Han Yue's lips, which were slightly swollen from the kiss, his eyes full of tenderness and sweetness. Han Yue
opened her eyes, with a hint of confusion and shyness in her eyes. She glanced at Xiao Ling with a reproachful look, but couldn't help burying her head in his arms.
(End of this chapter)