In the early morning, faint sunlight stread through the latticed window and onto Qing Yueqiu's face.
She slowly opened her scarlet eyes, rimd with faint dark circles. Her gaze held a trace of fatigue and resentnt.
'All night, Master didn't touch !'
Qing Yueqiu's gaze fell broodingly upon her sleeping Master. She bit her lip, suppressing the complex emotions stirring within her.
An indescribable sense of sha and vexation welled up inside her.
'I was so obvious with my hints. You could even say I was... trying to seduce him, couldn't you? But Master remained as immovable as an iceberg.'
Although her Master had told her many tis that he needed to rest and recuperate, the sensitive Qing Yueqiu—who always felt a little ek in Pei Yuhang's presence—couldn't help but wonder if her own charm was fading.
Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the corner of the quilt. As she recalled her "efforts" from the previous night, which had all been for naught, she felt both vexed and defiant.
Suddenly, a thought struck Qing Yueqiu, and her beautiful eyes began to tremble.
She had heard her junior martial sisters say many tis that once a man had a woman, he would quickly grow tired of her.
All the romance, the sweet nothings, the vows of eternal love—those things only happened at the beginning of a relationship, during the passionate honeymoon phase.
After a while, a woman was like a flower with a short bloom; she would quickly wither in a man's eyes until she lost her charm completely.
'So, in Master's eyes... have I beco like a wilting flower, bereft of all charm?!'
'After taking my Red Pill, Master's passion for faded so quickly...'
At this thought, Qing Yueqiu's pretty face turned pale, as if all the blood had been drained from it in an instant.
The stirring beside him finally roused Pei Yuhang.
He slowly opened his eyes. Seeing the frightened and uneasy young woman before him, a sudden, ominous premonition seized his heart.
Qing Yueqiu was always strong and self-possessed; she rarely showed such vulnerability.
Now, her eyes were downcast, her long lashes trembling like a butterfly's wings in the wind, hiding the inexpressible hurt and anxiety in their depths... It was just like that rainy night when Pei Yuhang had first rejected her confession, a look so pitiful and fragile it tugged at the heartstrings.
Pei Yuhang's heart clenched. A thought flashed through his mind—'Don't tell she found out that Qianqian was in the room last night!'
"Yueqiu, what's wrong?"
Pei Yuhang gently wrapped an arm around her waist, his tone gentle but laced with a hint of tension.
If Qing Yueqiu was about to bring up Lin Qianyan, he was resolved not to hide a single thing. He would tell her everything.
Lost in her anxiety, Qing Yueqiu only realized her Master was awake when she heard his voice.
'This is terrible,' she thought. 'Master saw wallowing in self-pity. He must hate how weak I am.'
Qing Yueqiu shook her head. Taking a deep breath, she forced down the sour feeling in her heart and tried to sound strong. "I'm fine, Master."
But she was clearly no good at hiding her emotions. Her voice, as faint as a mosquito's drone, was thick with a sob that couldn't escape Pei Yuhang's ears.
Pei Yuhang's heart ached as he looked at her reddened eyes.
He reached out, gently caressing her cheek. His fingertips brushed against her cool skin.
But like a startled little animal, Qing Yueqiu flinched away, turning her head to avoid his touch.
Seeing this, Pei Yuhang's voice grew even gentler, tinged with pity. "Yueqiu, if sothing is bothering you, just tell . Don't hide it in your heart."
"I'm really fine, Master... Please, don't ask."
She didn't want Pei Yuhang to know about the turmoil in her heart.
Her Master had always taught her that the heart of a Sword Cultivator must be as straight and unyielding as the sword in her hand, always pressing forward.
'A Sword Cultivator like , always lost in thought and so indecisive, is a failure, isn't she...? If Master knew, he'd be even more disappointed in .'
As she thought this, Qing Yueqiu's beautiful scarlet eyes darted away. She didn't dare to et his gaze, as if afraid that one look would betray the secrets of her heart.
But just then, Pei Yuhang's tone suddenly hardened. "Yueqiu! If you keep hiding things from , I'll ignore you!"
"..."
Qing Yueqiu's body stiffened at his words. How could she possibly refuse to answer now?
She could no longer hold back her tears, and they stread down her cheeks.
She bit her lower lip, her voice trembling. "...Master, do you not think I'm beautiful anymore?"
"Huh?"
Pei Yuhang was stunned. He never expected Qing Yueqiu to ask sothing like that.
A mont later, he gently cupped her delicate, flawless face. He wiped away her tears with his fingertips, his voice so gentle it could lt hearts.
"Yueqiu, why would you think that?"
"You're so young and gorgeous, full of life. How could I ever think you've beco less beautiful?"
Tears continued to stream down Qing Yueqiu's face. Her voice was filled with hurt and insecurity. "Because... because you didn't touch last night."
"..."
Pei Yuhang was speechless. He hadn't expected this to be the reason.
'It seems I underestimated just how sensitive she is.'
'A few small details are enough to make her this worried. Perhaps she feels that our relationship was too hard-won... so much so that she cherishes it to an almost pathological degree.'
Pei Yuhang pulled her tightly into his embrace and whispered, "Yueqiu, don't overthink things. I told you, I'm just resting to recuperate. On any other day, how could I possibly not be interested in you?"
Hearing this, Qing Yueqiu shook her head vigorously, her silver hair tickling Pei Yuhang's face.
"You're lying to again, Master!"
"How am I lying to you?"
"There's no way you just wanted to recuperate last night, Master! You were clearly full of energy, but you still wouldn't touch !"
Her tone was both hurt and resentful, and she even pointed a finger at the space under the covers.
"..."
Pei Yuhang was finally at a loss for words.
Of course, the reason he hadn't touched Yueqiu wasn't that he needed to recuperate. If there was one thing his Giant Sun Saint Body guaranteed, it was limitless vigor.
Pei Yuhang simply didn't want to give Qianqian and Ji Xichan a live performance of his and Yueqiu's lovemaking.
But Qing Yueqiu didn't know there had been other won in the room last night.
'From her perspective,' he thought, 'we've already been intimate. For to be clearly aroused last night but refuse to act... perhaps that was indeed too much.'
A wave of guilt toward Yueqiu washed over Pei Yuhang.
He took a deep breath, grabbed the quilt, and pulled it over both of them, shrouding them in darkness away from the morning sun.
The quilt bulged upward. In the darkness, Qing Yueqiu sensed what was coming, and her heart began to pound as if it would leap from her chest.
"Master, just this once, alright?"
She grabbed Pei Yuhang's wrist, a captivating blush spreading across her face.
Pei Yuhang's Adam's apple bobbed. After a mont's hesitation, he nodded.
The higher a Cultivator's Cultivation, the more difficult it is for them to produce offspring.
He and Liyuan had been in love for more than thirty years. He had been diligent every ti, but Liyuan simply could not conceive.
Pei Yuhang never considered that the issue might be with Liyuan; he simply believed that it was inherently difficult for High Tier Cultivators to conceive a child.
'So this ti... it should be fine, right? I'll just do it to put Yueqiu's mind at ease and offer her so comfort.'
His heart softened, and he agreed to Yueqiu's request.
"Master."
She wrapped her pale, slender arms around Pei Yuhang's neck, pressed her red lips to his collarbone, and spoke in an utterly bewitching voice.
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