The room became very quiet, spotlessly clean. In the hallway and downstairs, the chatter of the students echoed faintly.

"A striptease?" Luo Qingchuan almost couldn't wrap his head around it.

"Didn't you go to the Qinggang bar with the Chen family's girl for a date?" Lu Chuning covered her upturned lips with her fair fingers, smiling mischievously at Luo Qingchuan.

"It wasn't a date," Luo Qingchuan defended himself. "I just accompanied her to hang out."

The young girl leaned forward slightly, filled with curiosity. "To what extent did they strip? Did they really take it all off? They must have great figures, right? Were they those mature, seductive jiejie?"

A barrage of questions bombarded Luo Qingchuan's mind. Lu Chuning's gaze made him uncomfortable, so he turned his head.

"I didn't look closely, but they definitely didn't take it all off. The bar wouldn't go that wild."

Suddenly, Luo Qingchuan's brow twitched, and he looked sharply at Lu Chuning, his heart skipping a beat.

Lu Chuning's smile lingered at the corners of her pale pink lips: "You were present when Mudan attacked the dancer. You hadn't left Qinggang bar then."

Luo Qingchuan appeared calm, smiling slightly. "I was there, but I ran away at the first moment. It was Chen Yanyu who used thunder magic to protect everyone."

"Who was that shadow?" Lu Chuning's fingertips lightly tapped against each other in front of her chest as she pondered.

Luo Qingchuan looked innocent. "I don't know, probably a transcendent hidden among the customers."

It was only then Luo Qingchuan noticed that Lu Chuning wore delicate white jade bracelets on her petite wrists, and her right hand's index and pinky fingers each had silver rings, making her slender fingers look even more beautiful.

...Spatial rings, emitting a faint spiritual aura, should be Lu Chuning's storage tools. Spatial rings that couldn't be bought—she had two. She was truly wealthy.

No, the two bracelets too. She had a total of four storage tools. Such a little rich woman! What's inside them?

Lu Chuning watched Luo Qingchuan for a moment, then unexpectedly cupped the budding blossom under her dress with her hands and laughed, "So, how about the figures of those big jiejie?"

To others, it might have looked like she was just adjusting her clothes.

Was there really something underneath?

Luo Qingchuan's forehead lined with frustration, he muttered, "Chuning laoshi, why humiliate yourself? Also, what exactly did you want to talk to me about?"

Self-humiliated, Lu Chuning lowered her small hands, sulking with a hum, "I was supposed to be quite big too!"

"No one cares about that!"

"But I care!" The petite girl had a serious look.

Luo Qingchuan drooped his head, "...Then I'm really sorry."

The little girl sitting on the table sighed gloomily, "Guess that means they really were big..."

Luo Qingchuan resisted the urge to gnash his teeth. For some reason, he instinctively avoided looking at Lu Chuning's charming yet pure face.

After a few moments of silence, Lu Chuning changed the topic, "Cultivating demonic arts usually comes with a price, right?"

"I haven't cultivated demonic arts," Luo Qingchuan somewhat understood Lu Chuning's intention and bitterly smiled, "I'm not a demonic cultivator."

"You like using blades?"

"I told you it's not me!"

"Alright, alright," Lu Chuning pouted briefly, then puffed up her cheeks. "Are you suggesting I lack direct evidence? So, I can't take you down?"

Luo Qingchuan gave up arguing, slouching in his chair, "You could interpret it that way if you insist. But it's not me."

Faced with someone of higher status, Luo Qingchuan didn't dare to be angry. He was defeated.

"Do you prefer big or small?"

"Chuning laoshi, please spare me."

"You must answer! This is the first step for me as a teacher to understand my students!"

"They each have their own merits?"

"Ah! So you look at the face!"

"If you say so."

Giving up.

Luo Qingchuan felt like a toy, utterly helpless. Who knew what strange thing she would ask next!

"Before he died, did Mudan beg you for mercy or curse you out?"

“Wh… what?” Luo Qingchuan smiled faintly. “How would I know?”

"Oh."

Lu Chuning seemed to lose interest, a hint of worry between her brows, "You're so boring."

"The feeling is mutual."

"Are you talking back to your laoshi?"

"...Sorry."

"Stand up and apologize."

Luo Qingchuan had to get up, looking at the young girl sitting above.

He had avoided looking at Lu Chuning's face, instinctively feeling it would cause trouble.

Lu Chuning's posture was very well-behaved, like a pitiable small animal in a cage.

She smiled cheerfully, looking extremely adorable.

"Here's a reward for you, Luo Qingchuan tongxue, who does good deeds without seeking recognition."

Lu Chuning reached out to untie a strand of her side ponytail, her long hair falling gently. Her delicate face was like a porcelain doll amidst black hair.

Luo Qingchuan finally noticed that around Lu Chuning's swan-like neck was a red thread.

"Do you think I'm better with twin tails," Lu Chuning smiled softly, her angelic face pure and flawless, "or like an ordinary girl...?"

Luo Qingchuan's heart pounded twice, his body moving forward uncontrollably, pushing Lu Chuning onto the table.

Lu Chuning didn't resist; in fact, she had already leaned down as Luo Qingchuan approached.

She seemed like the most beautiful flower descending to earth.

The girl's pale legs hung over the edge of the table but were spread apart by Luo Qingchuan's approach.

Luo Qingchuan breathed heavily, leaning over, placing both hands on the table beside Lu Chuning's face, his eyes turning fierce.

Beneath Luo Qingchuan's arms, Lu Chuning seemed to expect this. Her lips curved, her cheeks slightly turned, and her beautiful big eyes glanced upward at Luo Qingchuan's face.

In Lu Chuning's eyes, spring water trembled, as clear as a small river thawing in March, radiating bright light.

"Answer me, what did Mudan say to you?" Lu Chuning's expression remained calm, "I'll give my obedient good child more rewards."

The angle of the girl's gaze was too cunning, so cunning that Luo Qingchuan wanted to imprint his figure into her eyes.

Moreover...

Luo Qingchuan couldn't help but marvel.

So big.

Lu Chuning's eyes were so big.

Accompanied by a pure, picturesque face, Lu Chuning's eyes appeared dreamy and misty, with sparkling tiny diamonds in the depths, deep yet exquisite.

Within that depth seemed to flicker a hint of rosy sparks, brilliantly captivating, intensely seductive.

Luo Qingchuan's eyes widened, a surge of intense longing arose from the beauty beneath him.

The beauty of creation, Luo Qingchuan finally understood how profound the power within this short verse was.

Every strand of Lu Chuning's delicate hair, the shy red tint on her cheeks, the highlights in her pupils, her slightly parted delicate lips, the red ribbon around her neck, the clear fragrance on her, every inch of her skin, every detail, converged into the most perfect fruit in the world.

The fruit awaited plucking.

A terrifying sense of guilt rose in Luo Qingchuan's mind as he unexpectedly fell into a terrible and crazy infatuation with Lu Chuning's youthful face.

She's an older woman, a big jiejie, Luo Qingchuan kept reminding himself!

Unfortunately, stronger yet was the intense impulse to tear apart all rules along with the dress on Lu Chuning.

To pluck her down.

Lu Chuning’s tender white arms spread out beside her face, lying weakly in a pose of surrender. Her small mouth exhaled nervous breaths, her posture as obedient as a young slave.

"You're too beautiful." Luo Qingchuan murmured.

Lu Chuning suddenly shivered; even her eyes paused.

Tear-streaked smiles appeared on Luo Qingchuan's delicate face.

Lu Chuning’s lips moved. Blushing, she asked softly:

“Luo tongxue, are you sad? I thought I was giving you a reward, not punishing you…”

Luo Qingchuan’s delicate face curved into a tearful smile.

"Chuning laoshi, you're so cute and beautiful. Just looking at your face, I feel so touched that I want to cry..."

How could there be such wonderful things in the world?

It was too moving.

Yet Luo Qingchuan was struggling against the desire and impulse in his mind with his spirit sense,

Which led to a loss of control over his emotions, tears blurring his eyes, utterly failing in managing his expression.

Luo Qingchuan recalled that 'Truth-Breaker' was a spiritual artifact crafted by Lu Chuning. She specialized in influencing the mind.

Lu Chuning used her unparalleled beauty as a medium, employing a heart-ensnaring technique without any warning.

It was impossible to defend against.

……