After dinner, the steam in the bathroom gradually dissipated. Lu Yuan rubbed his half-dry black hair and walked into Ye Qingyue's bedroom.
A faint, delicate fragrance drifted through the room. The curtains were half drawn, and moonlight spilled in through the window, laying a layer of silver across the carpet.
Lu Yuan carefully lay down on the soft bed. The moment his body sank into it, his heart began to pound uncontrollably.
He stared at the ceiling, his fingertips unconsciously clutching the soft edge of the blanket as his thoughts drifted back to the past.
Back at the National Supernatural University Competition, he had unleashed his SS-rank ice-type supernatural ability, Ice Seal Throne, sending a wave of bitter cold sweeping across the arena. That was also the day Ye Qingyue took one look at him and accepted him as her disciple.
Back then, Ye Qingyue had been the lofty, aloof and distant owner of the Ice Snow Supernatural Ability Hall, an eighth-rank Great Grandmaster and the teacher he looked up to with awe.
But now, she was right next door, taking a bath.
Before long, she would become his woman, completely and utterly.
At the thought, Lu Yuan's heart beat even faster. His Adam's apple bobbed gently, and his breathing grew unconsciously shallow.
Click—!
The next moment, the faint sound of a door lock turning rang out with startling clarity in the quiet bedroom.
Lu Yuan's body instantly tensed, and his gaze involuntarily shot toward the sound.
The bedroom door was gently pushed open, and a tall, curvaceous figure walked in at an unhurried pace.
Ye Qingyue's silvery-white hair spilled down like a waterfall.
Her smooth neck was fully revealed, her skin as fair as snow and glowing with a soft, delicate sheen in the moonlight.
Her exquisite collarbones showed