A fierce rush of air came straight at his face, carrying the girl's undisguised anger.
Yet the expected heavy impact never came.
With battle instincts honed through countless trials, Cui Ciyou's body reacted before he had even thought about it.
He instinctively turned sideways and reached out in one fluid motion.
With perfect accuracy, he caught Sylphy's incoming fist in midair.
A warm, powerful hand gripped Sylphy's wrist firmly, leaving her unable to move.
No matter how muddled his mind was, the difference in physical speed and strength remained absolute.
A lower-ranked member of the Great Powers would never be easily punched down by an intermediate-level Swordsman.
Alcohol really was a strange thing.
People who were normally introverted often became outgoing when drunk;
someone like Shera, who became even more withdrawn after drinking, was the unusual one.
Holding Sylphy's fist steady, Cui Ciyou raised his head.
Through the haze of drunkenness, his face broke into a radiant, sunshine-bright smile he rarely showed.
"So, is Rufi angry?"
His voice was slightly hoarse.
His tone brimmed with teasing tenderness.
Sylphy was still underage, so naturally, she hadn't drunk any alcohol.
Her little face was puffed up with anger in the firelight. His words only annoyed her more, and she tried hard to pull her hand free, to no avail.
"I've told you so many times, Big Brother Ciyou!"
She stressed, "Don't call me Rufi! Only Mom and Dad can call me that!"
Looking at this unusually assertive Sylphy before him, Cui Ciyou's gaze grew distant.
He murmured words only he could understand:
"Really?... That's wonderful... The Sylphy of this world."
"Mm... You look happy."
"You won't be like you were originally, still so timid even after getting married."
"Your parents... are both still here, too."
"That's wonderful. This way... you won't have