276: The elegant 'art' between mother and daughter, the embrace of Suru's true self

Chapter 276: The Elegant 'Art' Between Mother and Daughter, The Embrace of Su Ru's True Body

Time on Da Zhu Peak flowed like a gentle stream, calm and leisurely.

For the next few days, Su Han stayed on Da Zhu Peak.

During the day, if he had nothing to do, he would chat with his mother-in-law, Su Ru, and tease birds...

Although his mother-in-law was very reluctant to see Su Han, every time she saw him, she was cold as ice, her brows and eyes filled with resistance, but Su Han still forced himself to approach her.

"I have to admit, my mother-in-law is sometimes very honest."

Su Han looked at the satisfied Su Ru and laughed in his heart.

And in the evening, Tian Linger, in contrast to her mother's indifference, was completely different.

She was like a cheerful little deer, rubbing against Su Han, full of enthusiasm.

She often had in-depth discussions with Su Han on the art of flower arrangement.

'Laughter and joy' echoed in the quiet night.

In short, to sum it all up!

These past few days, Su Han had been discussing some elegant 'art' with this mother and daughter, which made Su Han feel as if his whole being had been sublimated.

Until the seventh day, the day Sect Head Dao Xuan had told him in advance he would be descending the mountain.

Just as dawn broke, the morning light filtered through the thin clouds, casting its glow upon Da Zhu Peak.

Su Han lay in bed, looking at the sleeping Tian Linger in his arms.

Her cheeks were flushed, revealing an indescribable tenderness and charm, her eyes slightly closed, and with her gentle breathing, her long eyelashes occasionally trembled slightly, like a butterfly fluttering its wings.

Her cherry-like small mouth was slightly pouted, as if still carrying lingering petulance.

Her lips were even more rosy from the recent intimacy, as delicate as ripe cherries, making one unable to resist wanting to taste them again.

The tip of her nose also had a faint pink hue, small and cute.

Her slightly panting breath carried a hint of warmth, gently brushing against Su Han's neck.

A few strands of hair, damp with sweat, clung to her jade-like cheeks, further highlighting her skin's snowy whiteness, forming a sharp contrast with her flushed complexion, yet being incredibly harmonious.

This appearance of a little bird clinging to its master filled Su Han's eyes with tenderness.

He gently stroked Tian Linger's hair and placed a kiss on her smooth forehead.

His movements were gentle, as if afraid of disturbing this beautiful dream.

"Ling'er, wait for me to come back."

Then, he slowly got up, with a touch of reluctance in his movements, and began to get dressed and tidy himself up.

Stepping out of the room, Su Han stretched.

At this moment on Da Zhu Peak, the mountain mist swirled like a light veil.

He walked slowly, preparing to get farther away from the room before using his sword to fly, to avoid being discovered by Tian Linger.

Otherwise, he would inevitably feel the sadness of parting.

But Su Han hadn't walked far.

Amidst the hazy mist, a graceful figure's back came into view.

The woman was wearing a moon-white long dress, the hem of which floated gently with the breeze, like flowing moonlight.

Small, delicate light blue flowers were embroidered on the hem of the skirt, adding a touch of liveliness to the cool color tone.

A head of dark and lustrous long hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and a few strands of hair playfully hung down by her fair neck, further highlighting her long and graceful neck.

Her figure was slender, her waist so thin it could be encircled with one hand, and under the shroud of the hazy mist, she looked like a celestial being descending to the mortal world.

Su Han couldn't help but slow down his steps, secretly guessing the woman's identity in his heart.

"Who could this woman on Da Zhu Peak be, dressed like this?"

"Could it be Shibo Su Ru?"

"But so early?"

Su Han's heart was full of doubts.

Curiosity drove Su Han to quicken his pace, approaching the back.

As he got closer, he saw the woman's profile.

Her skin was as white as snow, radiating a soft glow, and her delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed, just like dew-laden willow leaves in spring, carrying a hint of faint sorrow.

Her eyes were cast down, and her long, thick eyelashes cast a shadow on her eyelids, like the wings of a butterfly.

Beneath her high nose bridge was a cherry-like small mouth, which was slightly pursed at this moment, adding a touch of mysterious charm.

"It really is Shibo Su Ru..."

Just as Su Han was lost in thought, Su Ru seemed to sense something and slowly turned her head.

In an instant, Su Han felt his eyes light up.

The woman's eyes were like a clear spring, clear to the bottom, yet they seemed to hide endless stories, making one unable to resist wanting to explore them.

And looking at Su Han, her eyes were complex and difficult to discern, intertwined with worry, anger, and a hint of unspeakable reluctance.

After a while.

She opened her mouth, but then seemed not to know where to start, and finally just sighed softly, her voice slightly hoarse as she said, "You should be leaving, right?"

"It's not easy for me to tell you that you are going to lead a team down the mountain today to carry out the task assigned to you by the Sect Head."

Upon hearing this, Su Han nodded slightly, "Yes, Shibo."

Su Ru's brows furrowed slightly, and the worry in her eyes deepened, "But now the Ten Thousand Poison Sect is acting rampant, and they are almost crazy from being suppressed."

"It is really dangerous for you to go down the mountain at this time, it is not a wise move."

Looking at Su Ru, who was worried about him, the corner of Su Han's mouth curved slightly, revealing a confident smile.

"Thank you for your concern, Shibo."

"However, the most delicate flowers cannot be grown in a greenhouse after all. Without experiencing wind and rain, how can they bloom with the most dazzling light?"

He paused slightly, looked at Su Ru gently, and said softly, "Don't worry, I know my own strength."

"There will be no danger."

Upon hearing this, Su Ru turned her head away, "Who is worried about you?"

Su Han didn't answer, just watched Su Ru gently.

Meeting Su Han's gaze.

Finally, Su Ru sighed again in distress, her tone unconsciously carrying a hint of tenderness.

"You must come back safely..."

"Don't misunderstand."

"It's just that Ling'er is deeply in love with you. She will be sad if anything happens to you."

Su Han smiled slightly, not dwelling on whether what Su Ru said was true or false.

"Yes, Shibo."

Seeing this, Su Ru nodded.

She turned around, preparing to leave.

But at this moment, Su Han suddenly called out to her again: "Shibo, wait!"

Su Ru's steps paused.

She was just about to turn her head to look at Su Han.

But the next second.

Before she could even react, Su Han had already stepped forward quickly and abruptly pulled her into his arms.

"You... what are you doing?!"

Su Ru instinctively struggled, pushing hard against Su Han's chest with both hands, after all, this was not that Puppet, this was her true body.

This was the first time she had been so intimate with Su Han.

Su Ru couldn't accept it at all.

But at this moment, Su Han whispered in her ear, "Shibo, I will definitely come back safely."

"Not just for Ling'er, but also for you..."

Su Ru's movements instantly froze, her whole body as if struck by lightning.

A complex emotion surged in her heart, with shock, panic, and a hint of joy that she herself was unwilling to admit.

Her body trembled slightly, wanting to struggle again, but it was as if her strength had been drained.

Finally, she sighed softly, "Take care."

"Yes!"

Su Han nodded vigorously, then slowly released Su Ru.

He placed his hands on her shoulders, looked into her eyes with a firm gaze, and said, "Shibo, wait for me to come back, you also take good care of yourself."

After speaking, he turned around, raised his hand to summon his immortal sword, stepped onto the sword body, and sped towards the direction of Tongtian Peak.

Su Ru remained standing in place, gazing at Su Han's departing back, not moving for a long time.

Her lips trembled slightly, and her heart was in a mess.

The bits and pieces of time spent with Su Han's Clone kept flashing in her mind like a revolving lantern.

Her cheeks gradually flushed, and she murmured to herself, "Su Ru, Su Ru, he is your daughter's man, your son-in-law..."