"It's so late. Do you two ladies need something?" Lin Xuan stepped aside from the doorway and let them enter.
Once inside, Lin Xuan casually shut the door and lit the red candle on the table.
The candlelight flickered, illuminating the flowerlike faces of the two women.
"Brother Lin..." Wanyan Ping spoke first, her voice trembling slightly. "These past few days, we have relied on your care. Not only did you save our lives, but you also taught us such profound martial arts. My sister and I truly have no way to repay such a great kindness."
"Yes." Yelü Yan took over, stepping forward until she was barely three feet from Lin Xuan. "We are both people without a country, with nothing to our names and nothing worthy to offer Brother Lin in repayment."
She paused and drew a deep breath, as though gathering every bit of her courage. "We discussed it. If Brother Lin does not find us unworthy, we are willing... willing to serve you."
Her meaning could not have been clearer.
They were women of foreign tribes. Though they understood propriety and shame as well, in these chaotic times, if they encountered a man worthy of entrusting their lives to and let him slip away, they might regret it forever.
Rather than hesitate and act coy, it was better to take the initiative.
Lin Xuan looked at the two beautiful young women before him, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved upward.
Naturally, he could see what they were thinking.
Their interactions over the past few days, along with the ever-present physical contact, had already planted the seed of love in their hearts. What happened tonight was merely the natural course of events.
"Serve me?" Lin Xuan's burning gaze swept over them. "Do you know what