Lu Yuan talked about what had happened during the day.
Su Liyan eagerly replied, "Yes, dear, you were magnificent today. I was in absolute awe watching you."
Lu Yuan then asked, "By the way, what kind of water was used to put out our Flame today?"
Su Liyan, who had witnessed the entire scene, replied, "I saw. The Daoist in charge took a small jar from a Grand Celestial Master, chanted a Spell, and the water shot out, propelled by a Technique. I'm guessing it was rootless water."
'So, my Flame can be put out with rootless water, huh.'
As Su Liyan spoke, her fair, delicate hands were not idle.
One moment, her palms were pushing against Lu Yuan's back; the next, they were kneading his shoulders, then drumming on his back again.
Su Liyan's small, clenched fists looked gentle, but they struck with just the right amount of pressure—not too light, not too heavy.
Each tap from her little fists made Lu Yuan want to cry out in pleasure.
