When it comes to feelings, Qin Yu was like gazing at flowers in the mist—not quite understanding, half guessing.
But of course, his own woman had to be cherished by himself.
What they were thinking, Qin Yu could understand; they didn't want to make trouble for him. Yet the more they acted like this, the more his heart ached for them.
In the days ahead, he would set aside some time to accompany them, taking them around the Cyan Mountain Sect.
The Immortal Sect covered a vast area. If they strolled leisurely, it would probably take days to complete a circuit. With his current status, there was nowhere he couldn't go.
Lin Shuishui and Zhao Mengli were fine—their personalities were naturally cheerful.
But yin Qinghe, she was always a little nervous.
Qin Yu liked this beautiful teacher fiercely, occasionally teasing her just to see her flustered look.
The more nervous she got, the more he would...
