Ronan and Tang Yuehua Discuss Art in Private

Tang Yuehua endured her physical discomfort and swiftly entered work mode.

Tang Yuehua patiently explained what had just happened to Moonlight Pavilion's students and instructors, assuring them of Moonlight Pavilion's absolute safety.

Under Tang Yuehua's elegant bearing and professional reassurance, the students gradually calmed down. Moonlight Pavilion returned to its usual tranquility, and melodious piano music once again echoed through the hall.

Watching Tang Yuehua handle every matter in an orderly fashion, Ronan found himself a little bored.

He yawned and said to Tang Yuehua:

"I'll wait in your office for a while. Call me if you need anything."

With that, he headed straight for the Pavilion Master's office on the top floor.

Tang Yuehua's office was decorated with exceptional elegance, and a faint scent of sandalwood lingered in the air.

Without the slightest courtesy, Ronan walked over to the large leather sofa, sprawled across it, closed his eyes, and began resting.

Time passed second by second.

Only when the sun began to set and golden afterglow streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the office carpet did the office door gently open.

Tang Yuehua dragged her exhausted body inside.

Not only had she needed to deal with the crisis outside today, but she had also needed to soothe the students and handle mountains of accumulated work.

More importantly, her frail body, with only level-nine Soul Power, had already been on the verge of collapse after last night's torment.

After forcing herself through the entire day, her legs now felt as heavy as lead. Every step came with a faint ache.

She walked to the desk and was just about to sit down and rest when she noticed Ronan leaning against the sofa, watching her with an ambiguous smile.

"Finished?" Ronan sat upright and patted the space beside him. "Come sit."

Tang Yuehua hesitated for a moment, but still walked over and sat down half a meter away from Ronan.

She rubbed her aching brow and softly said:

"Today... thank you. If you hadn't stepped in, Moonlight Pavilion might truly have been lost."

Although it had been a transaction, Ronan's forceful intervention today had indeed helped her resolve an enormous problem.

"Forget the verbal thanks."

A wicked curve appeared on Ronan's lips. He leaned slightly forward, drawing closer to Tang Yuehua.

"I put in a lot of effort today, helping you intimidate all those petty people."

"I even publicly declared that you were my woman and drew all their hatred onto myself."

"As the master of Moonlight Pavilion, shouldn't you give me some tangible compensation?"

At the word compensation, Tang Yuehua's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

She instinctively shrank back. Two blushes instantly rose on her beautiful face, and her gaze darted away from Ronan's eyes in panic.

"I... I'm really tired today."

Tang Yuehua bit her red lips, her voice as faint as a mosquito's, carrying a trace of pleading.

"And my body... isn't in good condition yet. I can't endure you again..."

Last night's three hours of stormy torment had already left her deeply frightened.

If it happened again now, she suspected she would truly die on this sofa.

She was only a Soul Scholar. She could not withstand the impact of Ronan, a Grand Soul Sage.

Seeing Tang Yuehua look so pitiful, like a startled deer, Ronan could not help but laugh softly.

"What are you thinking?"

Ronan reached out and gently lifted Tang Yuehua's smooth chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.

"Though I, Ronan, am no gentleman, I'm not so desperate that I'd torment a sick patient who can barely walk."

Hearing that, Tang Yuehua relaxed slightly.

But...

"Compensation still has to be given."

Ronan's gaze slowly lowered, first falling upon Tang Yuehua's small hands folded over her knees, fair as jade and delicate-fingered.

Then it slowly rose, settling on her two lush red lips, lightly pressed together in nervousness.

"Sometimes, compensation... doesn't have to be that."

Ronan took one of Tang Yuehua's small hands and gently stroked her smooth skin, feeling the slight tremble at her fingertips.

"Choose one."

The air in the office seemed to freeze at that moment.

Tang Yuehua widened her beautiful eyes and stared in disbelief at the domineering, wicked man before her.

"You... you're shameless!"

Tang Yuehua abruptly pulled back her hand and shrank away as though electrocuted.

She bit her red lips tightly, her eyes filled with resistance and panic.

"Absolutely not with my mouth! I'm the master of Moonlight Pavilion. What kind of woman do you take me for?!"

Seeing Tang Yuehua resist so fiercely, like a startled little white rabbit, Ronan was not angry. Instead, he could not help but laugh softly.

Resistance was better. If she didn't resist, there wouldn't be any fun in it...

Ronan leaned forward again, closing in on Tang Yuehua with an overwhelming sense of pressure.

Ronan raised his brows, his gaze trailing down Tang Yuehua's slender waist before finally landing on her long legs, pressed tightly together in nervousness. A wicked curve lifted at the corner of his lips.

"Since the upper part won't do, use the lower part. Your feet, then. That shouldn't tarnish a noble Pavilion Master like you, should it?"

Tang Yuehua froze, her mind unable to process it for a moment.

When she understood what Ronan meant, an unprecedented sense of shame surged into her heart like an erupting volcano.

Yet before she could refuse again, Ronan had already reached out without ceremony and seized her slender ankle.

"Ah!" Tang Yuehua cried out as her body involuntarily slid forward under Ronan's pull.

Ronan's movements appeared rough, yet he skillfully avoided Tang Yuehua's aching muscles.

He casually removed Tang Yuehua's exquisite high heels and held in his palm her flawless jade-like feet, wrapped in stockings as thin as cicada wings.

"Pavilion Master, I helped you solve your troubles. Now you don't get to refuse!"

For the time that followed, Ronan and Tang Yuehua thoroughly discussed art here.

The art taught by Moonlight Pavilion was Tang Yuehua's art, while what Ronan taught Tang Yuehua was Ronan's technique...

Outside the window, the sky had completely darkened.

Tang Yuehua slumped on the sofa, gasping for breath.

Her feet were now numb and aching, and she was utterly exhausted.

Ronan had carelessly dirtied Tang Yuehua's face and, incidentally, had the Pavilion Master wash her face once...

She squeezed her eyes shut, her long lashes trembling violently as two streams of humiliated tears slid from the corners of her eyes.

Ronan unhurriedly straightened his clothes and casually tossed a spotless white towel onto Tang Yuehua.