These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Moist breath.

Lu Qingyan felt she couldn't resist for long; this stalemate was dazzling and made people realize the beauty of ambiguity.

She felt that the person she would uncontrollably kiss the next second was herself.

but……

"..."

Something fell to the ground and turned into glistening fragments; there was clearly only one drop.

Yet it was like a shooting star suddenly bursting into light in the darkness.

Lu Qingyan looked up in surprise and saw the boy in front of her with a clear tear stain on his cheek.

His eyes were red, and he looked at himself with an expression of unprecedented sadness, regret, and self-reproach.

Lu Qingyan panicked.

She had never seen Wei Tu with such an expression before. As for his tears, ever since he became sensible, no amount of suffering had ever made him cry.

Why did you cry?

Lu Qingyan hurriedly reached out to stroke Wei Tu's cheek, trying to wipe away the tears on his face.

She murmured nervously.

"What's wrong... Did I really hurt you? I'm sorry... Tu'er, I'm sorry, Master didn't want it to be like this either..."

Looking at the woman's flustered expression, Wei Tu smiled warmly.

Lu Qingyan was even more uneasy.

She hugged the boy tightly, trying to embrace him as if she wanted to melt into his arms.

The woman was somewhat incoherent, seemingly only wanting to keep him by her side.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Master didn't mean to tease you, nor did he want to hurt you. Master just..."

Those sudden feelings of sadness vanished.

Perhaps it wasn't a sudden sadness, but rather a wound that had been hidden deep in my heart suddenly cracked open.

This crack is called the past, the former.

Occasionally, a breeze will blow out from the cracks, causing sudden ups and downs in people's emotions; disappearance or rebirth is normal.

He put his arm around the woman's shoulder and back and whispered, "It's okay, Master, I'm not sad."

"But……"

Hearing the familiar tone, Lu Qingyan felt a warm embrace envelop her once again.

"It's nothing, I just remembered a dream, Master."

"Dream?"

Lu Qingyan leaned against his broad chest.

It seems that every time I lean against his chest, I feel a surge of emotion.

At first, the boy's heart was frail, as if he only had the bright moon and the gentle breeze, and he could not bear the weight of the world.

Perhaps it's only natural to offer a little something nice.

Now, he feels spacious, warm, and grounded.

He is a truly upright and honorable man.

His astonishing rate of growth allows him to do things that even he himself couldn't, leaving people in awe and making them feel that he is ready to spread his wings and fly at any moment.

Perhaps only at this moment did Lu Qingyan feel like a woman, not the mountain lord of Xiaoyuan Peak, nor an elder of Yuanjian Sect.

She is not a female sword cultivator who must be powerful and protect many people.

Under his mischief, she can become a little woman, occasionally complaining, loudly scolding, and also subtly and nervously acting coquettish.

But he could tolerate it all, just like an adult who was more mature than himself, yielding to him and comforting himself.

Lu Qingyan wouldn't tell Wei Tu about any of these things; she wanted to enjoy them all secretly, as his master.

People often fail to appreciate things because they have too much of them. Lu Qingyan knows that happiness doesn't need to be too frequent; the rarer something is, the more precious it is.

She also doesn't want to become someone who forgets her original aspirations.

These are the only things I don't want to forget, these are the only things I don't want to let down.

Of course she likes him, she likes him a lot, from his childhood, through his adolescence, and now as he matures and gains a more mature charm. She will continue to like him.

Fate determined our destiny from the very beginning.

Wei Tu held her in his arms, greedily inhaling the scent of her hair.

She said softly, "Yes, it was a dream. I dreamt that things were going in a completely different direction than they are now, that our lives were different. I dreamt that I left Xiaoyuan Peak..."

"You left...?"

Lu Qingyan asked hesitantly.

Wei Tu nodded. "Yes, in the dream I left, along with Su Mi and Jiang Ying. I became a very prestigious person, different from who I am now. I was single-minded, with only a sword and a lover. But I left my master alone on Xiaoyuan Peak. I went to a very far place."

Have we never met again?

Lu Qingyan asked in a low voice.

Wei Tu said, "We rarely meet anymore, we exchange letters. I didn't help Master with his physical training either. Master just kept going on like that, just like I mentioned before. Until you, Master, perished together with a demon, I didn't see you again, not even for the last time."

"and after?"

"Later...later I came to Master's grave. I drank there, drank so much wine, and lived a life of drunkenness, not wanting to leave. I kept repenting. I looked through all your letters, some of which you sent me, and some you kept. Then I realized, Master...you liked me."

As Lu Qingyan listened to the boy's 'dream,' she felt her eyes well up with tears and her nose sting.

Yes, I like you.

“I like you too. There are some things I’ve said before, but saying them doesn’t mean they’re resolved, so I still feel uneasy. At times like this, I’m the one who should feel sorry for making you worry like a child.”

Wei Tu put his arm around her shoulder and back.

A gentle body, a supple waist.

It was as if this woman could be folded into any desired posture or shape at will.

But Lu Qingyan wasn't Ran Xinxue, so of course he wouldn't be willing to do that.

Lu Qingyan smiled and reached out to stroke his long hair.

"You're still a child. I've taken care of you for so long, it won't hurt if I take care of you a little longer."

Rather, Lu Qingyan wished she were stronger so she could take care of him for longer, but it seems that all of this is irreversible.

The boy has finally spread his wings and soared, and it seems that now it is my turn to follow in his footsteps.

But it doesn't matter, the story won't end, there's more to the story.

It's not a grave, but a lonely, decadent, and decadent existence, and that's good enough.

"Then Master, please take good care of me."

"How do you want your master to take care of you?"

Lu Qingyan bit her thin lips slightly, because she had noticed that the boy's breathing was becoming increasingly erratic.

She clearly knew what this omen meant.

When his hands stopped restraining her so tightly and instead began to caress her soft back, she knew that the boy's mischievous intentions had resurfaced.

However, under such circumstances, Lu Qingyan could not bring herself to refuse.

She could only bite her lip, letting the boy do whatever he wanted to her. After all, he was her Tu'er.

Wei Tu chuckled softly, almost biting her ear.

"Babies need to drink milk, right..."

The girl blushed at the boy's mischievous grin, and her heart fluttered slightly.

This brat is getting more and more audacious... He's completely shameless now, daring to say such extremely frivolous things to me...

But despite these thoughts, the burning passion within couldn't be concealed.

As his hands kneaded her waistline, Lu Qingyan's body honestly became burning hot.

"How can you do this... You're such a grown man, aren't you ashamed..."

"Hmm, but I really want to."

"Don't think about it..." Lu Qingyan's face flushed red, her eyes lowered slightly, and she felt his hot palm touching her lower abdomen through her skirt.

The intense heat could penetrate even the thin fabric of the dress.

The heat it transmitted almost burned my heart.

I can't quite describe the feeling, but my body... seems to be getting more and more used to his scent.

I don't know if it's because of the physical training, but it wasn't this serious before...

But now, whenever he gets close, she can't help but blush and want him to hug her.

Whenever he touches her, she feels hopeless, wanting him to take more from her.

This is terrible... Lu Qingyan, what a terrible woman you are now, are you still his master? Or an elder?

What have you been doing...?

The clearer the thought was, the more the words came out of my mouth, as if they were spoken by another version of myself, a version of myself that was aloof and reserved.

"Master... there's nothing for you to drink."

So Wei Tu lowered his head and gently pressed his forehead against hers, forcing her to raise her head little by little.

Then kiss her forehead, the bridge of her nose, and then her lips.

At the same time, the palms could not stop the ascent of the mountain peaks.

The entanglement of their lips was already very familiar, but each time it seemed to stir his nerves, leaving his mind blank and unable to stop him from doing whatever he wanted.

Yes... one's own pampering and indulgence will eventually lead to such consequences.