Chapter 113.1 : Exceptional Talent (Part 1)
Chu Ge's gaze was now completely occupied by a delicate, beautiful face suffused with rosy clouds, its bright eyes gently closed.
He could vaguely see the thick lashes of the alluring senior aunt before him trembling ever so slightly, speaking of the turbulence in her heart at this very moment.
Shui Qianrou waited for the next move of the man she loved. She had already let go of all restraint, deciding to offer herself completely, without reservation.
No words were needed—Chu Ge understood her feelings at once.
A battle of lips and tongues quietly unfolded within the secluded room.
Since coming to this world, this kind of contest was not Chu Ge's first experience.
From his master, Luo Huangjun,
to his senior sister, Su Lingyuan,
and now, his senior aunt, Shui Qianrou.
Though he had already faced as many as three opponents, without exception, every one of them had been a novice setting foot on the battlefield for the first time.
Naturally, they required some hands-on guidance from Chu Ge himself.
That said, differences did exist from person to person.
Su Lingyuan's talent in this regard was the poorest.
Even though Chu Ge had fought her twice that day, her performance was still that of a raw recruit—
completely lacking in technique, though overflowing with emotion.
As for his master, Luo Huangjun, her talent was slightly better than Su Lingyuan's, but not by much.
Though she had gained some experience, it was only passively accumulated under Chu Ge's repeated transgressions that day.
But today's opponent—Shui Qianrou—
was without doubt a truly gifted player.
After only a few exchanges, she had already shed her initial awkwardness,
beginning to launch occasional counterattacks against Chu Ge.
The speed at which she accumulated combat experience was nothing short of astonishing!
Chu Ge did possess some experience, but he was hardly a true expert.
Relying on that experience to bully two rookies like Luo Huangjun and Su Lingyuan was one thing.
Facing a prodigy like Shui Qianrou, however, he quickly felt the pressure of a rising latecomer.
Although all three opponents were newcomers, the experiences they brought were far from identical.
Leaving the other two aside, Shui Qianrou was genuinely gifted.
Not only could she rapidly accumulate combat experience, she possessed another remarkable talent as well.
Just like her name suggested—
she was like water itself, flowing with a thousand kinds of tender sweetness.
Even when Chu Ge began to take things seriously, Shui Qianrou seemed truly made of water, inexhaustible and unceasing.
When facing the previous two opponents, at this stage they would usually be short of breath,
their defenses breached as Chu Ge ran rampant through their territory.
But with Shui Qianrou, no such scene appeared.
Gradually, even Chu Ge began to feel overwhelmed—this opponent was truly difficult to deal with!
His own territory had already been invaded.
The offensive was swift and fierce, clinging tightly to him as if refusing to let go.
Threads of silvery fluid slipped from the corners of their lips,
falling neatly into the teacup below, sending ripples across the surface—
ripples that also stirred the waves within their hearts.
The sound of droplets falling was like a signal,
telling the two of them that the first phase of this initial clash needed to pause for a moment—
it was time to move on to the next stage.
Naturally, Chu Ge was unwilling to let his invasion fail only to be taught a lesson in return.
Maintaining his current posture, he slowly stood up.
With nothing more than a gentle tug,
he pulled the already fully immersed Shui Qianrou into his embrace.