Before long, Hua Yuezhu opened her eyes. Determination filled them as she spoke with conviction.
"I like swords!"
Mo Xie heard the resolve in her voice and saw it in her eyes. Knowing she meant it, he smiled and nodded.
"Good. I know you're serious. Let's warm up first, then show me your swordsmanship."
"Okay."
After a brief warm-up, Hua Yuezhu drew her slender sword and began performing the sword style she had created.
Her snug workout clothes clung to her body, and some of the wider movements showed off every curve of her striking figure.
Between warming up and practicing her swordsmanship, sweat had beaded on her pale forehead. It trickled down her long neck and disappeared beneath her top.
Her white top had grown slightly translucent and clung even closer to her body. Strands of hair stuck to her skin, giving her a seductive allure all its own.
Beside the alluring woman stood a young man, his eyes fixed on her without blinking.
Had it been another man, his gaze would surely have turned heated, and he might have had a reaction.
But though Mo Xie watched Hua Yuezhu intently, he was not staring at her figure. His attention was on the details of her movements.
There was no desire in his eyes, only an appreciation for the art!
When she finished the routine, Hua Yuezhu exhaled, sheathed her sword, and wiped the sweat from her forehead and neck.
She turned toward Mo Xie and found him staring at her body. A blush rose to her cheeks.
She was about to snap at him, but his dark eyes were so clear, without a trace of improper intent, that she swallowed her words and asked instead,
"What is it?"
Mo Xie rubbed his chin with a finger. His deep-set