These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Wei Tu shook his head and said in a low voice.

“I know very well, senior sister… I’m not perfect, I know I’ve even made many mistakes that I still haven’t forgiven. Your feelings are different from mine, but please believe me this time… I’m the luckiest person to have you.”

Long nights are always warmed by mutual comfort.

Wei Tu often felt that perhaps this was enough, to stay in the gentle embrace of love until the end of time.

But life goes on.

These days have been peaceful, the most stable period Wei Tu has experienced since her rebirth.

Occasionally, I would visit other people's homes, such as the Medicine King Pavilion, to accompany Mu Xitong in refining elixirs.

Occasionally, I would go and give Su Mi some guidance on cooking.

They also wouldn't forget to guide the sect leader on his work progress.

During this period, a lot of news came from outside. Wei Tu also participated in several operations to suppress the Wu tribe in Nan Jianzhou. At this point, there was no room for mercy. After seeing the incarnation of the Wu God, Wei Tu was even more convinced that these people were not worth pitying.

Regardless of justice, the reappearance of the other party means a fight to the death. At this point, showing mercy would only plunge the tens of millions of other cultivators in the Immortal Continent into misery.

However, progress in other immortal continents has not been very smooth.

The Wu tribe is too united and cunning.

On the contrary, they often have to pay a heavy price.

Many sects are unwilling to participate in such matters, lest their strength be excessively depleted; this cannot be changed by a few words of persuasion.

The fact that Beixuan Prefecture has remained completely silent is what is most unsettling.

Another year has passed in the blink of an eye.

The biting north wind seemed to be coming much more fiercely than usual.

This doesn't seem like a good year.

However, on this day in the dead of winter, during the snowy season, Su Mi specially prepared a large table of dishes to entertain many elders, including Mu Xitong, Lin Ruoyin, and Ran Xinxue.

Jiang Ying was among them, of course.

As for Lu Qingyan, she declined the offer of feeling unwell and returned to her room after drinking two glasses of wine.

Make arrangements for these people.

Wei Tu still told Su Mi to send Lu Qingyan something to eat.

Under the moonlight, the young man pushed open Lu Qingyan's door.

The woman was not on the first floor; she was probably in her bedroom.

When Wei Tu knocked on the door, it took a long time for a sound to come from inside.

"Tu'er?"

"I am your master."

Because at this point, he was the only one who dared to knock on the door from inside.

Wei Tu pushed open the door and entered, and saw the woman sitting on the edge of the bed, sitting there all alone, facing a lonely candle, with an indescribable loneliness.

98 Master, could you...

Wei Tu did indeed notice Lu Qingyan's emotions quite early on.

However, to be honest, the boy didn't quite understand why the other person's emotions suddenly fluctuated this time.

In his previous life, Wei Tu believed that Lu Qingyan was one of the most emotionally stable women, but not as naturally calm as Jiang Ying.

However, after all the contact deepened in this life, and even crossed the taboo, Wei Tu was able to understand that this woman's emotions were actually extremely sensitive, and it was quite normal for her mood to change from morning to evening.

However, Wei Tu never felt tired. Being able to open Lu Qingyan's heart was something that many people could hardly imagine.

Seeing the woman sitting alone under the candlelight, Wei Tu felt a pang of heartache.

A solitary lamp and ancient Buddha, a lonely beauty—this is most heartbreaking.

"Master."

Wei Tu quietly walked to the side. Lu Qingyan glanced at Wei Tu, her eyes slightly darting away.

"Why did you come here? The people over there still need you to entertain them."

There wasn't a hint of loneliness in his words.

Her expression remained the same, but her slightly evasive gaze made her seem somewhat guilty.

Wei Tu shook his head, picked up the comb from the table, and walked behind Lu Qingyan.

Lu Qingyan tried to stand up, but the young man pressed her shoulder and said softly.

“They’ve all gone back. I told Su Su beforehand, so don’t worry.”

"But……"

"There's no 'but,' it seems like it's been a long time since I combed Master's hair."

As he spoke, he gently pinched the hairpin between the other person's hair strands with his fingers.

A gentle pull.

Her hair cascaded down like a waterfall, like silk, exuding a fragrance and a lustrous black color, like an unfurled, exquisite painting.

Combined with her slender yet upright shoulders, the angle and composition of the image are incredibly harmonious.

My fingers ran through the gaps in the hair; it was a familiar touch, and even the scent seemed unchanged over the years.

Lu Qingyan seemed to remember something and said softly.

"And you're telling me... You used to be so clumsy, it felt like you were going to pull all my hair out every time."

Wei Tu smiled.

"Isn't it because I used to be very scared, so my technique was bad and I was timid?"

Am I that scary?

"I used to think it was scary, but now I understand that it's a natural thing for a man to be cautious in front of a charming woman, afraid of doing something to displease her."

The boy spoke softly, his movements delicate, the comb threading through his hair, along with his fingers.

All of this made Lu Qingyan's heart feel as if it were immersed in a sweet honey pot.

He is always keenly aware of his own emotions.

His coming today is definitely not just because he's bored after everyone else left.

Lu Qingyan knew that he had noticed her emotional fluctuations, which was why he came over to help her comb her hair.

Looking at the strands of hair in the mirror, passing through his hands, watching him with a smile on his face as he looked down.

Lu Qingyan said softly.

"Actually, I'm fine, it's just that I'm a little confused about myself."

Wei Tu looked down at her cascading hair and said softly, "Then, Master, can you tell me what you were feeling just now?"

Lu Qingyan thought for a moment and said in a low voice, "It's just... seeing you all chatting and laughing happily, I wanted to say something, but I seemed to unconsciously put on airs. I felt bad that I was the only one like this... so it just kept going on and on, and it made me feel worse. I'm sorry, I ruined tonight and wasted Su Su's food."

Wei Tu smiled.

"No, it's nothing. Actually, I'm just more concerned about your condition, Master. If you're not used to it, it's okay. From now on, it'll just be you, my senior sister, and me eating together. That way, I won't overthink it."

Lu Qingyan thought for a moment, then shook her head.

"It's okay, I'll try my best to adapt. This isn't good either, it always puts you in a difficult position."

"I'm the one who's fine, so what?"

Wei Tu chuckled as he combed the other person's hair until it was incredibly smooth.

Then he sat down from behind, on the edge of the chair behind Lu Qingyan. The posture was a bit strange, but it didn't matter. At least this way he could wrap his arms around the woman's soft and delicate waist from behind.

The touch is still so silky smooth, as if you have the finest silk in the world.

Lu Qingyan paused for a moment. This feeling made the woman stiffen at first, but she quickly realized that the other person was just holding her like this and did not make any further moves.

I sighed softly to myself and put the stone down.

Then she softened and leaned against the other person's chest, a rare act of initiative that had never happened before.

She said, her cheeks slightly flushed.

“It’s not good to always make things difficult for you… I’m supposed to be your master, but it seems like you’re the one taking care of me now.”

Hearing the other person speak in a childlike manner.

Wei Tu chuckled and tightened his embrace around the woman's waist, resting his chin on her shoulder as he whispered.

"It's okay, I think it's fine this way, because sometimes Master seems very mature, but in some things she's just like a little girl."

"You're just a little girl... You're not allowed to talk to your master like that."

Lu Qingyan spoke these words in a tone that sounded like she was being coquettish.

Wei Tu couldn't contain her excitement any longer. The temperature was rising, and even the color of the candlelight seemed ambiguous.

So Wei Tu's hands got restless, moving up along the waistline and soon reaching the woman's firm breasts. Lu Qingyan's breasts were not the size of a handful.

In Wei Tu's hands, it was full and upright, with a very beautiful shape; with the slightest force, it seemed as if her fingers would sink deep into it.

Lu Qingyan couldn't possibly ignore it. This sudden action caught her off guard, and she instinctively tried to struggle.

But at that moment, a slightly stubbled, moist lip pressed against my cheek.

He almost pressed his lips to his cheek, exhaling intoxicatingly hot breath.

"Master's temper is like that of a young girl, but not here."

Lu Qingyan blushed with embarrassment and struggled slightly.

"You're not allowed to say things like that..."

Wei Tu grinned mischievously, "Why not? It's just the two of us here anyway. I wouldn't say anything outside because I'm holding it in and I'm trying to be considerate of Master's feelings. But now that we're alone, Master won't even let his disciple say anything?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Qingyan seemed to sense the grievance in the boy's words.

She also felt somewhat guilty, realizing that she still couldn't let go.