Afterward, Su Qingdai found herself unable to speak, for those calloused fingers suddenly moved, brushing across her neat teeth and delicious honey water, vigorously stirring it, even boldly pinching the shrinking bud, robbing it of the ability to speak.
Zhao Rong chuckled lightly, "We've hardly started, just trying things out with you, and there are some things I'm just too lazy to use."
He shook his head and with his left hand pinched her chin, lifting her compliant face, causing Su Qingdai to look into his eyes. With their gazes locked, Zhao Rong calmly said, "This young master still needs to cultivate, just one step away from the Fu Yao Realm. I can't stumble because of you."
"You mean..." Su Qingdai paused, grasping the crown prince's left hand, feeling the airflow inside him, and suddenly understood.
She looked up, joyfully said, "Ziyu, you seem to be only one meridian away."
Zhao Rong nodded.
