Chapter 381: Yuehua's Yearning; Nobody Can Touch My Man!_1

The sun dipped beyond the western horizon, nearing twilight.

Within Tiandou Empire, Yuexuan.

The opulent hall on the first floor was sparse with people at this moment.

The Senior Soul Master competition across the entire continent would commence the day after tomorrow, and all the noble students had been called back to their homes, ready to welcome this major event that occurred once every five years.

A dignified and graceful woman sat on the stone steps of the hall, her skirt cascading down, elbow resting on her elegant leg, cradling her bewitching and alluring face in her hand, her gem-like eyes somewhat hazy now.

Gazing vacantly through the open doorway, at the street.

As if waiting for someone to return from afar.

After a very long wait, the blue-haired beauty parted her lips slightly, letting out a gentle sigh, her willow leaf-like eyebrows knitted momentarily, an instant of sorrow that tugged at the heartstrings.

"Xiao Yu,"

"where on earth are you?"

"You told Yuehua you had to leave for something, but it's been so long, you should have returned by now."

Women tend to let their thoughts run wild about the men they care for, and Tang Yuehua, a mature beauty, was no exception.

Suddenly, she felt a little frightened; her smooth, slender hand covered her chest, her gaze flickering.

"Xiao Yu wouldn't want to leave Yuehua behind, right?"

Tang Yuehua pursed her lips, now slightly pale, and shook her head.

"No, Xiao Yu isn't that kind of person."

As the evening set in.

Tang Yuehua stood up, holding her skirt, her perfect derriere shown to full advantage by the long dress, her pair of silk-stockinged legs even more slender against the backdrop of black high heels.

Her back straight, a perfect off-the-shoulder silhouette, her neck gracefully arched, her aura of an elegant and noble mature woman was truly befitting of the title of Tiandou City's number one beauty.

"Tap, tap!"

Tang Yuehua walked to the door and slowly began to close it.

Murmuring softly under her breath.

"Xiao Yu, Yuehua believes you will come back."

"But if you don't return soon, Yuehua will fall sick with longing, missing you to death."

Just as the door was about to close, a clicking sound arose.

A figure appeared from the side, a large hand preventing the door from closing.

"Hmm?"

Tang Yuehua was stunned for a moment, but when she recognized the face of the man she had longed for day and night, her body shivered violently, and she covered her mouth with her hand, completely frozen in place.

The handsome, resolute face of the man exuded an overwhelming aura of vitality, the corner of his mouth revealing a mischievously invigorating curve, his allure to women akin to a potent poison.

"Long time no see, Yuehua."

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Tang Yuehua's body trembled even more.

Her hand clutched tightly over her red lips.

She had not anticipated the man she pined for would suddenly appear, her heart naturally filled with extreme joy and excitement, her voice shaky and a bit hoarse.

"You... you've come back?"

Luo Yu smiled as he looked at her.

Parting the door, he wheeled himself into the hall.

"Isn't it because I heard a certain beauty was missing me in her heart, so I came back."

Tang Yuehua's cheeks flushed, and she scolded with a laugh, "Nonsense."

"I've missed you for almost a year now, and you didn't come back."

Luo Yu was about to reply when Tang Yuehua's brows furrowed deeply, and she hurriedly trotted over to Luo Yu's side.

She quickly crouched down, her silk-stockinged legs half-kneeling before Luo Yu's legs.

With her hand supporting Luo Yu's leg, she gazed up at him, biting her red lips tightly.

Her beautiful eyes trembled.

"Xiao Yu, your... your legs... what happened?"

Luo Yu smiled as he stroked her soft blue hair.

"They're crippled, what else?"

"How could this be!" Tang Yuehua's gaze flickered, her pretty face tensed, a hint of heartache crossing over it, her voice becoming urgent, "How could this happen!!!"

Suddenly, Tang Yuehua clenched her silver teeth, flames seemingly shooting from her eyes.

The calmness and tranquility she usually showed vanished, leaving a face filled with fierce determination.

"Who, who did this!"

"Who hurt you? No matter who he is, no matter what power he holds, I, Tang Yuehua, will make them pay their debt in blood no matter the cost," she said.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited," Luo Yu had not expected her to react so strongly. His large hand stroked and soothed her smooth and fair face, "No one hurt me."

"If no one hurt you, how did you end up like this?" Tang Yuehua did not believe it.

Something seemed to come to her, and her eyes focused, a hint of red flashing in their depths.

"Xiao Yu, was it Tang Hao and his son's doing?"

"You're worried it will be difficult for me, so you don't want to tell me," she said.

Luo Yu's expression was odd, "Cough cough, they probably wish they could, but they don't have the capability yet."

"Then what happened?" Tang Yuehua pressed, her gaze repeatedly shifting to Luo Yu's legs, unable to hide her distress.

"You can think of it as me practicing a martial art that will significantly boost my strength once mastered," Luo Yu explained. "And I'm almost there; it won't be long before I can stand up."

"I don't believe it."

Watching her man leave in good condition, only to return in such a state.

Tang Yuehua's voice carried a slight sob.

"Who ever heard of practicing until they end up in a wheelchair?"

"Then watch closely," said Luo Yu.

He gently activated a portion of the power contained in his half-released left leg.

In an instant, the force of qi and blood surged, causing Tang Yuehua to practically gasp for breath, and as Luo Yu continued to activate the power, the entire hall started to shake.

This shocked her greatly; she couldn't imagine how much her man's strength had increased. He had just stepped out, and suddenly his power had skyrocketed.

Luo Yu withdrew his power, and everything returned to normal.

"Do you believe me now?"

"I believe you," Tang Yuehua nodded like a pecking chicken, her eyes still showing traces of red.

Luo Yu teased, "Yuehua."

"Ah?"

"I really didn't expect you to have such a decisive side."

"Hmph," Tang Yuehua pouted. "Would I be happy if someone went after my man?"

"Even if I can't beat them, I'd still fight them desperately."

Tang Yuehua squatted there, her pretty face gently touching Luo Yu's knee.

She whispered, "I don't know about other women."

"But to Yuehua,"

"Once I've decided you're my man, you are my heaven, you are my everything."

Luo Yu smiled, "Yuehua, if you keep talking like this, I'm going to start crying."

Tang Yuehua slapped Luo Yu on the thigh.

"Stop teasing, I'm pouring my heart out to you,"

"And you sit there mocking me; I won't deal with you anymore," she said.

Luo Yu stared at her, "For real, you won't deal with me anymore?"

Tang Yuehua's stubborn lips pursed slightly, "You just got back today, so I'll be nice for one day."

"Tomorrow, I won't deal with you," she said.

"We can do that?" asked Luo Yu, suddenly laughing in surprise.

Tang Yuehua stood up, steadied the wheelchair's handles, and said tenderly,

"Alright, I'll take you upstairs to rest."

"Hiss—"

Luo Yu sucked in a breath of cold air.

"You're going to lay hands on me the moment I get back?"

"What do you mean lay hands?" Tang Yuehua was first taken aback but then noticed the sly smile at the corner of Luo Yu's mouth and instantly grasped a hint, "Tsch, pervert."

Then, Tang Yuehua smiled coquettishly, deliberately provoking Luo Yu, "Now that you're like this, even if I harbored that thought, do you have the strength for it?"

Luo Yu spoke with a hint of deeper implication, "First, take me upstairs."

"I'll tell you after we get there."

"Humph, all bark and no bite, let's go upstairs," she said, undaunted, and took Luo Yu upstairs.

Completely unaware of the storm's eve, "danger" was soon approaching.

Meanwhile, Tang Hao and his son had found their way to the doorstep of Yuexuan...