Spirit Pagoda Headquarters.
Ninety-ninth floor.
"A little gentler~"
"Yes, a little lower. Right there."
Leng Yaozhu's back first tensed, then slowly relaxed.
Her expression remained dignified, while a faint blush quietly spread over the tips of her ears.
The young man's palms carried a warmth unique to youth, easing the accumulated soreness in her muscles and bones inch by inch.
As their skin touched, an indescribable tenderness suffused the air.
"Then, Master, about Gu Yuena joining the Spirit Pagoda, the Spirit Pagoda..."
Tang Qingye asked as he kneaded.
"Mm~ Hmph, you've already brought her back. What else can I say? Work out where she'll stay yourself."
"Yes, Master."
"All right, come here."
Leng Yaozhu narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly and spoke mildly.
"What?"
Before Tang Qingye could react, his master's long, slender fingers, like tender scallion shoots, had gently pressed against his temples.
Her fingertips were slightly cool, and a delicate, refreshing fragrance reached his nose, its faint sweetness lingering around his heart.
With a warm, comfortable sensation, Tang Qingye gradually relaxed completely.
The exhaustion he had held back for so long swept over him. He slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
His body tipped backward with it.
Seeing this, Leng Yaozhu gathered Tang Qingye into her arms.
With gentle movements, she let him rest his head on her lap and sleep soundly.
A dark-red marking seemed to crawl at his brow, slowly entering.
Before long, a seven-colored spiritual radiance enveloped the dark-red mist, the two intertwining until neither could be distinguished from the other...
With her little brother so weak, his big sister naturally had to help.
Outside the window.
Stars filled the sky, dazzling and brilliant.
The bright moon hung overhead, spilling its clear radiance.
Leng Yaozhu gazed at the young man resting