Qin Yu was no stranger to this beautiful mentor.
Yet, merely pressing her shoulders still stirred his heart.
He took a deep breath to calm his restless thoughts and began earnestly...
Pressing down.
"Mentor, is this strength… alright?" Qin Yu asked.
"Hmm, it's fine."
Yin Qinghe's voice turned somewhat languid, her peach blossom eyes slightly narrowing, as if a watery glow flowed within them.
Though she lived with Zhao Mengli, it wasn't that Zhao Mengli lacked filial piety; rather, she didn't want Zhao Mengli to waste time on such matters.
At most, it was just casual pressing; who would delve into the technique for such things?
Who among proper people would study such techniques?!
With a press from Qin Yu, it directly reached her heart.
Initially, she felt a bit resistant, but this press wiped that feeling away; she said nothing yet hoped Qin Yu would continue.
In the past, this beautiful mentor had never shown such a languid side in front of him.
