A Feast (1)

"It's so good to be back."

His hands gently caressed their slender waists.

"Ahem, ahem."

Only when Ōtsutsuki Keiko coughed in the distance did Li Yu remember that this space did not contain only the three of them—there were also three Ōtsutsuki here.

"How did I forget about them?"

Alice and Jessie shyly released him and reluctantly stepped back.

Having his pleasant moment interrupted, Li Yu was naturally unhappy. As he looked up, the smile gradually vanished from his face, swiftly replaced by icy indifference.

"Zi Yu, how are you? You weren't hurt, were you?"

Li Yu's expression softened considerably as Ōtsutsuki Yamei stepped forward in concern.

"I wasn't hurt."

"How could that be?" As she spoke, she began feeling him over.

Seeing the extreme concern on Ōtsutsuki Yamei's face, he could not bear to refuse. Awkwardness was immediately written all over his face.

Soft giggles rang out. It was also the first time Alice and Jessie had seen Li Yu in such a helplessly awkward situation.

The laughter snapped Ōtsutsuki Yamei back to her senses. Her hands froze directly on Li Yu's body. It was the first time she had encountered such a situation, and she did not know what to do next.

Li Yu secretly sighed. He found it somewhat amusing, but also a little touching.

He grabbed her pair of cool little hands. They were cold and smooth to the touch. Ōtsutsuki Yamei's body trembled as though she had been electrocuted, and a blush spread up her neck, truly rosy against her fair skin. She lowered her head even more shyly, not daring to meet Li Yu's eyes.

Interesting, he mused. *If she were a girl from my era, she would have shaken my hand off long ago, angrily kicked me or punched me in the stomach,