You Su obediently closed his eyes. Though under control, the sensations of his bare body were incredibly sensitive.
The delicate jade-like hand brushed softly over his abs, and You Su felt that he could distinctly sense even the texture of his Master's fingertips.
His breathing involuntarily became short, and under his Master's guidance, his Profound Qi boiled like water in a hot pot.
The more You Su tried to tell himself to remain calm, the more he thought of things he shouldn't think of.
Just over half a month ago, during their first bath together, it was those hands that had guided his treasured sword.
Now, the hands lingered on his abdomen, but not far from where the sword was concealed.
It seemed as if the sword sensed the hand holding it was close at hand, standing tall, anticipating the highly gifted Sword Dao wielder to hold it again.
What He Shutong said earlier was not just to help You Su clear his mind of distractions; it was also advice for herself.
