Ye Qingyue Was His Teacher, So Didn't That Make Him a Rebellious Student Who Had Seduced His Teacher...

Two days later, in the early morning, pale golden light filtered through the sheer curtains and spilled gently into the bedroom, falling across the soft bed and illuminating the tiny specks of dust floating in the air.

Ye Qingyue leaned against the headboard. Her loose, light-colored nightgown made her skin look even fairer and more luminous. Her waterfall of silver hair hung loose over her shoulders, soft and silky.

She furrowed her lovely brows slightly and glanced coolly at Lu Yuan beside her. Her slender arms were crossed tightly over her chest, her chin tilted up a little.

She was clearly pretending to be aloof, but there wasn't a trace of real anger in her eyes. Instead, she looked like a little cat throwing a tantrum, with a hint of adorable childishness.

She said nothing, simply watching Lu Yuan in silence, making it plain that she didn't want to talk to him.

What happened to being gentle?

Those two days and nights of intimacy had been long and lingering. Lu Yuan's intense affection and fervor had nearly enveloped her completely.

They had been intimate more than thirty times...

Shamirra had helped during some of it, but even so...

Lu Yuan sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Ye Qingyue's feigned sulk. A wave of guilt flooded his heart.

He knew that this time, he really had lost control.

So Lu Yuan hurriedly leaned forward a little, clasped his hands in front of him, and wore a sincerely apologetic expression. He softened his voice and carefully began to apologize.

Naturally, he held nothing back, laying out every thought in his heart, from beginning to end.

First, he had spent two months buried deep in the Underground World, slaughtering countless high-tier ferocious beasts in succession. The Bloodthirsty Qi that