"Only—the premise of all this was that Su Xin was not deliberately deceiving me, dangling bait before my eyes." Wei Tu's gaze flickered. He knew full well that his repeated refusals just now, his conduct of looking out only for himself, had been enough to greatly worsen Su Xin's impression of him.
Put nicely, he acted rationally.
Put harshly, he forgot righteousness at the sight of profit and could not be tamed.
Given his temperament, he would never entertain such unrealistic fantasies about a shrewd and capable Void Refinement sect master who had led a sect for years—imagining that she was some novice in matters of the heart, that after being saved, she would offer herself to him and hand over an opportunity for breakthrough with both hands.
The word "benefit."
That was the foundation running through the relationship between them!
The aura of purity, restraint, and aloofness she displayed was, judging from her behavior just now, merely Su Xin's camouflage.
"Was what Martial Aunt said true?"
"Will you truly grant me that benefactor's favor in the future?"
After a brief thought, Wei Tu's eyes immediately turned aggressive. In a flash, he closed in beside Su Xin again, extended his right arm, and tightly wrapped it around her slender waist.
At the same time, his nostrils flared slightly as he breathed in the faint fragrance from her body.
Yet beneath this lecherous display—
Wei Tu kept his eyes fixed on the subtle expressions on Su Xin's face, probing whether she was sincere or merely currying favor while concealing malicious intentions.
If it was the former, then he would follow her wishes and protect her a while longer, thereby honoring the bond they had shared over the years.
If it was the latter...
He would not necessarily turn hostile at once,