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"Yes! Tell me about it!"
It feels so refreshing all over, almost like there's some kind of power coursing through me.
Yang Qinghe seemed to be reminiscing about that sensation, his brow furrowing slightly. This feeling is just too strange.
"Exactly, it feels like there's power moving within you, right?"
"Yes, that's pretty much it!"
"Haha, then you're right! This is my secret recipe; it has the effect of strengthening the body and can even increase one's strength!"
Yu Songyu laughed as she stood up, casually lifting a chair with one hand.
Both of them were taken aback, especially Yu Songyu; she never expected that she could lift a solid wooden chair with just one hand.
"Be careful, don’t hurt yourself!"
Yang Qinghe was startled and quickly got up to protect her, fearing that Yu Songyu might accidentally get hit by the chair. This chair was made of Red Pine Wood and was quite heavy.
Yu Songyu, regaining her composure, set the chair down and patted her chest.
"See? I wasn't lying to you!"
"How can there be such a mysterious thing in this world?"
Yang Qinghe also felt that his strength had increased recently, but he hadn’t thought much about it.
"This secret recipe came to me by chance, but I can't tell you about it just yet!"
Yu Songyu felt a bit troubled; she wanted to share her own secret about having space with Yang Qinghe but felt it wasn't the right time.
"It’s okay, Xiao Yu. No matter what you do, I will support you. Besides, with something so mystical, it's better if fewer people know about it."
Although his perspective had changed drastically, he was certain of one thing: he would unconditionally trust Yu Songyu.
"Mm!"
Yu Songyu smiled sweetly; she knew that Yang Qinghe wasn't the greedy type.
"There’s a rare medicinal herb in this recipe. Once I have more time, I'll make some more, and we can both become strong together!"
Yu Songyu teased as she lifted her arm, pointing at her nonexistent biceps.
Yang Qinghe reached out and pinched her cheek, marveling at how adorable his little girl was. It would be best if she could become stronger; that way, he wouldn't have to constantly worry about what would happen if he wasn't around one day and she found herself in trouble.
"By the way, Xiao Yu, you should wake up early every day from now on. I'll teach you some self-defense moves," he suggested. Yang Qinghe thought that since Yu Songyu had a way to enhance her strength, learning a few techniques would surely increase her safety exponentially.
"Sounds great!"
Yu Songyu had already thought of this idea herself. As a girl who often went out alone, learning some self-defense techniques would be beneficial. However, she had been too busy lately to find the time. It would be good to start with Yang Qinghe and build a foundation before seeking out a master to study martial arts properly.
After discussing this, they realized it was getting late, and neither wanted to leave. However, staying too long was not appropriate, especially since they weren't married yet. If this were modern times, they might have already crossed that line.
They fell into silence for a moment, both lost in thought. Just as Yang Qinghe was about to stand up, he found himself reluctant to part ways. He cupped Yu Songyu's face in his hands and kissed her once more.
"I have to go!"
After an unknown duration of kissing, his voice came out hoarse, clearly struggling against his desires.
"Okay!"
Yu Songyu breathed heavily as she helped Yang Qinghe straighten his clothes.
"Xiao Yu, I want to marry you. I can't wait another moment!"
Yang Qinghe wrapped his arms around Yu Songyu's waist, pulling her close while his other hand caressed her back, expressing his affection.
"I know!"
Yang Qinghe pulled Yu Songyu into his embrace as if he wanted to meld her into himself.
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