Sister Yuehua, You're Blushing

"So, including the two of us, there are only four teachers at Moonlight Pavilion now?"

Fu Ye was somewhat surprised, and Tang Yuehua nodded after hearing his words.

"Yes. Since there aren't many students, although I founded this place, I'm mainly responsible for cultivating the students' bearing, speech, and manners, as well as teaching the guqin. The other two teachers handle subjects like calligraphy, painting, and chess."

Fu Ye nodded. After all, she was only a Level 9 Spirit Master, and her energy was truly limited.

"What about me? Can I be Sister Yuehua's little follower?"

Hearing Fu Ye's words, Tang Yuehua's lips curved slightly upward.

"Yes, you can count as a little follower. It just so happens that I'll be able to relax a little."

Facing the sunlight, Tang Yuehua stretched lazily, her exquisite face filled with ease and contentment.

"Come to think of it, I still don't know your level or martial soul. Would it be convenient to tell your sister?"

Those repeated "sister"s from Fu Ye delighted Tang Yuehua. Who could refuse a handsome, dashing little brother with a perfect figure following behind them and calling them sister?

Tang Yuehua herself was only just over twenty, after all. Her heart was still full of endless hopes for a sweet romance.

"As for me, I'm seventeen this year. My martial soul is a sword, and my soul power is passable."

Although Fu Ye's answer to Tang Yuehua's question was somewhat vague, he had not deceived her. After all, with his strength, even flattening the entire continent would still count as merely passable.

"You're only seventeen this year?"

Tang Yuehua found it a little unbelievable after hearing Fu Ye's words. In her estimation, Fu Ye should have been around twenty.

"That's right. I still have half a year before I turn eighteen."

Fu Ye was rather helpless about it. His soul power was too high, which had made his actual age much younger than he appeared.

"But how old are you this year, Sister Yuehua? I feel like you should be about the same age as me."

Was it rude to ask a girl her age? Sorry, he did not believe in that.

Tang Yuehua had just lain down on the sofa when she heard Fu Ye's question and immediately shot him a glare. Who asked a girl's age so bluntly?

Fu Ye smiled indifferently at her glare, then sat down directly beside her. Before she could react, he took her small hand and firmly intertwined his five fingers with hers.

He raised their clasped hands slightly before her.

"Sister Yuehua's hand is so beautiful. It's just like mine. I'm guessing Sister Yuehua is only eighteen this year, right?"

Fu Ye's series of movements flowed as smoothly as clouds and water, leaving Tang Yuehua with no chance to react.

His little mouth was sweet as honey. Although his actions had indeed been somewhat presumptuous, Tang Yuehua already had some favorable feelings toward Fu Ye.

He glanced at the display on his system.

Tang Yuehua: Favorability 55%
We are good friends

Without any favorability at all, Tang Yuehua would never have taken the initiative to invite Fu Ye to join Moonlight Pavilion. Did they think his maxed-out looks and bearing were a joke?

Before Tang Yuehua could speak, Fu Ye released her hand, spread her palm open, and held it before them both.

"Sister Yuehua, do you know? This line is your career line. It rises steadily from low to high, soaring straight upward, just like how you established Moonlight Pavilion, this school for noble bearing."

Fu Ye did not understand girls' hearts, but he knew how to find topics to talk about.

Tang Yuehua was 1.73 meters tall, while he was 1.85 meters tall. In his eyes, Tang Yuehua was like a little sister.

"Huh? Then what is this line? It's so long."

"That's Sister Yuehua's lifeline. You'll live to be a hundred."

As Fu Ye chatted with Tang Yuehua, he quietly placed his right hand over her shoulder without her noticing.

When it came to pursuing girls, timing was everything for him. How could he pursue her without closing the distance? By force? By throwing money at her? That was far too low-class.

The two talked for a long time and got along wonderfully.

Fu Ye told her many interesting stories, while Tang Yuehua also revealed the pain hidden in her heart to him.

Before they knew it, Fu Ye had held Tang Yuehua as they chatted for an entire hour. During that time, they had not been overly intimate. Love itself was about a feeling; if one truly wanted to win a girl over, the sense of distance had to be controlled properly.

Fu Ye would casually rest his head on Tang Yuehua's shoulder now and then, making her cheeks flush scarlet.

Yet Fu Ye did not do a single thing that crossed the line, while frantically testing everything that did not.

Pinching her cheeks and whispering a few more words into her ear—such little gestures could warm up a relationship remarkably quickly.

Of course, if someone was ugly, fat, and bald on top, Fu Ye would recommend simply throwing money at her. He dared to do this mainly because the system had maxed out his appearance and bearing.

If some ordinary student who was merely good at playing the piano dared to fool around with Tang Yuehua like this, they could just see whether the guards' spears and staffs were hard enough. No matter how poor Tang Yuehua's soul power was, she was still a guest official of the Heaven Dou Empire and a direct disciple of the World's First Sect.

As he watched the sun gradually sink westward, Fu Ye felt that it was time for him to leave. But before he went, he still had to tease Tang Yuehua, his little teacher, a bit.

"Fu Ye, just how strong are you, anyway?"

Tang Yuehua's cheeks were crimson. She had never felt such a strange sensation toward a boy before. Without realizing it, she had actually let him hold her while they talked for so long.

"Sister Yuehua, it's also very rude to ask a gentleman about his Soul Power Level."

After hearing Fu Ye's words, Tang Yuehua turned her little face to the left, seemingly angry and unwilling to pay him any attention.

But who was Fu Ye? He had already held her in his arms—how could he possibly let her avoid looking at him?

With his left arm around her shoulders, he pinched her delicate chin and turned her rosy face back toward him.

When she saw Fu Ye's face slowly drawing closer, her heart began pounding wildly. At that moment, it seemed as if a white and a black little figure were fighting in her mind.

White little figure: "You can't. You're seven or eight years older than him. This isn't right."

Black little figure: "Why can't you? So what if he's eight years younger? Older sisters and younger brothers can have sweet romances too!"

White little figure: "But..."

Black little figure: "But what? I want a sweet romance! Why are you pretending to be so pure in white? Go shut the door from outside!"

Tang Yuehua's pretty face was slightly red as she tightly closed her eyes. Her cheeks had turned intensely crimson. Having received strict education from her family since childhood, she did not know what it felt like to like someone.

The only person she had ever admired was her older brother, Tang Hao. At such a young age, he had already become the strongest among his peers in the sect. As for the other boys in the sect, she had never paid them much attention.

After founding Moonlight Pavilion, she had held herself to even stricter standards. Though she wanted someone to rely on in her heart, she had never met anyone she truly liked.

"Sister Yuehua, why are you closing your eyes? I already picked the strand of hair off your cheek."

Tang Yuehua, Favorability 69%