Faced with the provocation in Lin Wanzhu's tone, Yang Zhen's pretty face showed no sign of panic, her own voice remaining steady.
"Oh, well, thank you so much, Senior Sister."
Yang Zhen's eyes curved into crescents as she spoke with a beaming smile, placing the brass basin in her hands on the ground.
The clear water in the basin rippled slightly, but not a single drop splashed out.
She walked to Su Yu's side and wrapped a slender, pale arm tightly around his other one, pressing her soft body against him without reservation. Her breath was fragrant as she whispered,
"Brother Su always trains so hard. His Qi and Blood is as vigorous as a dragon's, and it's usually Zhen'Er who helps him... quench his fire at night. I feel so bad that Senior Sister had to trouble herself to lend a hand today."
She enunciated the words "quench his fire" with particular, coquettish emphasis, leaving no doubt as to her hidden meaning.
