Bian Weiying did not quite understand what Shi Chun was thinking. She felt she had made herself clear enough: all she wanted was the private pleasure shared between lovers.
Their relationship had progressed this far. Shouldn't something beautiful between them have been a pleasure that came as naturally as water flowing into a channel?
With someone who could let her release her natural desires, she wanted to taste what that was like.
When they were alone together, she felt desire stir. Didn't he? Or did she lack that charm? Judging by other men's reactions in the past, that shouldn't have been the case.
There were things she truly did not understand. Only Shi Chun knew what was in his own heart.
He knew the Demonic Path already had its eyes on Mount Wukang, and he was not going to waste his time on idle, useless pursuits. He had interests of his own to pursue, along with his current status as a Mount Wukang disciple. If he wanted to leave, what sort of wrangling would ensue?
He knew Mount Wukang was not far from a great upheaval. When that time came, he himself did not know which way his blade would point. Perhaps it would point at the fair neck of the woman before him.
He had natural desires too. He simply could not be certain whether Bian Weiying's feelings were genuine or feigned.
If they were feigned, he would have no qualms. If things flowed naturally into place, so be it. It would not stop him from drawing his blade later.
What he feared now was that her feelings were genuine. They seemed to be, yet he had his doubts. Wasn't this a little too sudden? Would a woman of her background fall for a rustic like him, someone who