"Help you cultivate?" A trace of confusion appeared in Han Yue's clear eyes as she looked at Xiao Yan, blushing and bewildered.
His warm breath tickled her face. Such excessive intimacy left her both uncomfortable and shy.
"How am I supposed to help you cultivate?"
"How are you supposed to help me cultivate?"
Seeing that innocent expression on her mature, beautiful face, Xiao Yan felt the flames already burning within him flare even higher.
He slipped one arm around Han Yue's slender waist and lowered his head toward her rosy lips.
"Mmph!" Han Yue's mind went blank, but this was only the beginning.
With her in his arms, Xiao Yan teleported straight into a quiet, rustic courtyard. A two-story building stood within it-the new residence Su Qian had prepared for him.
Only when Xiao Yan had gone a step further did Han Yue finally understand what he intended to do.
"This is what you meant by cultivation?"
A mist gathered in Han Yue's eyes as she glared at Xiao Yan through gritted teeth.
"Heh heh, once you experience it, you'll fall in love with the feeling." Xiao Yan chuckled.
Time flowed on, and another seven days passed in the blink of an eye. After those seven days, a young man and woman finally emerged from the two-story building.
The man looked rosy-cheeked and refreshed, while the woman's cool, aloof face had gained a particular charm.
"Well? I told you you'd fall in love with the feeling." Xiao Yan smiled at the tall Han Yue beside him.
"Shameless." Seeing his expression, which practically begged for a beating, Han Yue blushed faintly and rolled her eyes at him.
Yet from beginning to end, she never refuted his words.
After all, those seven days had benefited her far too much.
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