After the meeting, Amber called Tang Yu aside alone.
Before leaving, Tang Yu glanced at his senior sister. Liu Yanlan seemed not to have seen him at all, chatting with a grand elder from the Joyous Union Sect.
What misery.
Tang Yu sighed inwardly. This was like when a woman said she wasn't angry—did you really believe she wasn't angry?
Sighing every few steps, he followed Amber to a quiet, deserted spot.
Amber looked at Tang Yu with a smile. "I called you over, not to have you beheaded. Why do you look so miserable?"
"It would be one thing if someone else asked that, but with how clever you are, Sis, why pretend not to understand?"
Tang Yu reached out and gave her chest a hard sneak attack as punishment.
Amber laughed as she slapped away Tang Yu's grubby paw. Then she circled him twice, and after confirming that he truly had not suffered any injuries, she teased, "Your infiltration in the north went pretty smoothly this time. I heard several Mahayana cultivators from the Zhang and Zhao families surrounded and attacked you. I almost started worrying that I might become a widow."
"You almost did become a widow, but then I thought that if I died, you'd have to fend for yourself every night from then on. In a fit of rage, I held on."
Tang Yu grinned lewdly and leaned against Amber, bringing his face close to sniff her. "You smell so good."
"Cut it out. I'm not some twenty-year-old girl."
Amber laughed so hard she trembled, yet she did not push Tang Yu's head away, letting him kiss her neck a few times.
Seeing Amber so happy was rare, and Tang Yu's mood improved as well. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he asked, "Who told