Liu Yu rose and walked over, gazing down into her eyes as he said:
"Of course, it's because I know you fairly well, Junior Sister, and I'm well aware of your abilities."
Then his tone shifted, and he continued:
"The second reason is... you yourself, Junior Sister Qiu Shui!"
As he finished speaking, he reached out and took one of her hands. Its silky softness immediately stirred something within him.
"No, Senior Brother, please don't!"
Panic filled Jiang Qiushui's eyes, and a pink flush spread across her fair face, making her all the more captivating.
She struggled gently, but with so little force that it seemed no more than a token resistance.
Perhaps she had already prepared herself when she made her choice.
Instinctive heat burned in Liu Yu's eyes, and an inscrutable smile curved his lips.
With a slight pull of his arm, he drew Jiang Qiushui up from the stone stool and into his embrace.
"Senior Brother, please don't do this. I'm not ready yet!"
Jiang Qiushui gave a soft cry and hurriedly spoke, gently pushing against him with both hands as though trying to free herself from his embrace.
Her hair was disheveled, and she looked at him with an exceedingly complicated gaze, her eyes seeming to brim with shimmering tears.
With a warm, fragrant beauty as soft as jade in his arms, and no physical impairment of his own, how could Liu Yu restrain himself? This body was twenty-seven or twenty-eight, full of youthful vigor-still merely a youth compared with the two-hundred-plus-year lifespan of the Foundation Establishment Realm.
With a little effort, he swept the beauty into his arms. A faint, delicate fragrance lingered around his nose as he strode toward the bedroom.
Jiang Qiushui's feet suddenly left the ground. Seemingly not expecting Liu Yu to