"Me, too?" Ordinarily, it was perfectly normal for a couple in love to place the utmost trust in each other. But Qian Renxue and Mo Lin were no ordinary people. Every decision and choice they made would affect the forces behind them. Even as the closest of lovers, those at the heart of a whirlpool of power should still remain somewhat guarded.
"What's wrong with that?" Mo Lin smiled as he ran a hand through Qian Renxue's golden hair, gazing at her affectionately. "Feelings need trust as their foundation to last. Someone has to be the first to offer that trust, and I'm willing to be the one who does. Besides, I've already brought you into the sect. I can't exactly leave you alone in a room to 'keep an empty bed,' can I?"
Mo Lin's words balanced both "reason" and "emotion"—showing off while conveying his feelings. Qian Renxue's face flushed slightly after hearing them. This counted as the first relatively formal love confession Mo Lin had made to her, and a faint smile appeared on her face. "How come I never noticed you were so good at sweet-talking?"
Mo Lin did not answer. Instead, he swept Qian Renxue up in a princess carry, leaned close to her ear, and said, "Naturally, because I'm a man of action."
By the time Qian Renxue reacted, she and Mo Lin were already inside a room.
"Wait, Xiao Lin, it's still day—"
Before Qian Renxue could finish, Mo Lin tossed her onto the bed. It was so soft that she barely felt any impact. Then Mo Lin pounced on her with the air of a tyrant forcing himself upon her, instantly pinning down all four of her limbs, ready to get straight to the main event at any moment.
Looking at the sunlight