His hand met the slender softness beneath her gauzy skirt, and Tang Yuehua fell against his chest before she could react.
The tip of her nose nearly struck his chest. She instinctively raised a hand and caught his sleeve, only then steadying herself.
"Thank you, Xiao Yu..."
She tilted her head up to look at Su Yu, a faint blush coloring her cheeks after her loss of balance.
Su Yu held Tang Yuehua around the waist. His fingertips could distinctly feel the warm softness of her skin beneath her gauzy skirt, and her delicate fragrance lingered around his nose, mingled with a faint herbal scent.
"Sister, I already told you not to push yourself so hard cultivating. What am I supposed to do if you wear yourself out?"
There was a barely perceptible sigh in his voice as his gaze lowered to her crossed legs.
Beneath the hem of her skirt, which had turned slightly pale from her prolonged sitting, the inner side of an exposed stretch of snow-white skin bore faint red marks, clearly left by sitting cross-legged for too long.
Tang Yuehua sensed the concern in his tone. She raised a hand and gently patted his arm, trying to reassure him, her voice deliberately light:
"It's nothing. I just sat a little too long, and my legs went numb when I stood up so suddenly. They'll be fine in a moment."
As she spoke, she moved her ankle, wanting to prove that she really was fine, only to knit her brows at the numbness.
"Don't move if it's numb. I'll massage it for you."
He half crouched down and carefully lifted her calf, pressing his palm against her slightly cool skin and gently kneading it.
When his fingertips touched the faint redness caused by her prolonged sitting, his