Chapter 234: Can you still count the things now?
The [River of Clear Light] feat did not attract Westhead's attention.

This kind of pure technical expertise can only be said to be the icing on the cake. It cannot bring about a qualitative change in numbers and mechanisms. Westhead will not be surprised by this kind of enhancement now. We can only say that the more the better.

Compared to the [River of Clear Light], the fact that he could share the expertise was more important to Westhead.

Are you serious?
Westhead was very clear that Yulda must have a good impression of him. After all, he had been with such a succubus day and night and had witnessed her unbridled masculinity countless times. It was impossible for him not to be touched.

But Westhead was not clear about the extent of Yulda's affection for him, and whether this affection came from admiration for the family leader and hero, or from personal love for himself, Westhead did not know.

Now with the professional recognition from [Granted by the Heart and Soul], Westhead can finally be sure.

It’s a secret crush, confirmed!

"So you want to act like a spoiled child? You're already such a grown-up."

Westhead smiled, watching his sister's reaction carefully.

He thought Yuerda would be shy, but the blonde girl just blushed and nodded seriously, saying:

"I want to, isn't it possible?"

"How can I bear to reject my lovely sister?"

Seeing that Yulda was so straightforward, Westhead opened his arms skillfully, allowing her to stand up and slowly squeeze into the man's arms.

"call"

Yulda rubbed her head on Westhead's shoulder and found a comfortable angle to rest her head on.

Then she closed her eyes and quietly felt the warmth coming from her brother.

After enjoying the silence for a while, Yurda opened her eyes and said:
"Please compliment me."

"Ok?"

Yulda's head arched under Westhead's neck, and she looked up and said with an extremely serious look and tone:

"Because I have tried my best, please praise me, immediately, quickly, right now!"

"Okay, okay, I know you've worked hard, and thank you for your help all along. From now on, I will always rely on your assistance."

Westhead reached out and stroked the top of his sister's head, running his fingertips through her soft hair as he whispered softly.

"Hmmmm"

Yulda hummed contentedly and hugged her brother even tighter with her hands.

To be honest, Westhead had never had a serious relationship with Yulda before, and this was the first time.

When I hugged the girl, I truly felt that she was indeed a member of the Qinghui family. What wafted to my face was a fresh fragrance similar to that of the bright holy spirit.

As for her figure, although it can be seen from her conservative and dignified dress on weekdays, but in actual experience, Lord Qinghui couldn't help but sigh that it was really amazing.

Only in a world like Destiny Poetry where supernatural powers exist can comic book-like perfect bodies appear.

"Yuerda, do you like me that much?"

Westhead stroked Yurda's hair slowly and smiled.

"Are you asking this question knowing the answer?"

Yurda looked at the handsome face so close to her.

It is like a dream, impeccable from any angle. Normally, one should avoid looking directly at it, as one will be fascinated without realizing it.

"I think those witches made it very clear."

"Brother, you are handsome, strong, and the most outstanding male."

"It is extremely normal to be attracted to you, just like fireflies chasing the bright moon and flowers heading towards the scorching sun. It is a natural law that cannot be violated."

Are you so good at talking?

Westhead's eyes lit up: "Tell me more, I love to hear it."

"You are getting carried away again." Yulda seemed to have triggered an underlying mechanism. As long as Westhead became complacent and proud, she would have to strike down his arrogance:

"It's just nice words. I don't really like it that much."

Yurda raised her head, trying to keep her pretty face straight, and said:
"After all, you have many shortcomings. No matter how good your public morality is, it cannot cover up the fact that you are an absolute scum in private morality. Brother's behavior in certain aspects is really terrible. You are a guy who bullies the weak and fears the strong."

"They are submissive to the alliance between Miss Myvana and Her Highness Reshia, and even beg for mercy and make a ridiculous request for peace."

"But for others who cannot resist you, you deliberately humiliate them, making them look ugly and wag their tails to beg for mercy."

The white-blonde girl counted on her fingers and looked down at Westhead with a look of trash:

"Come and count your sins."

"For example, these few days with the witches of the Sunny Ring."

"And the maids that Ms. Rozana brought last time."

"And what we did in White Rock City before."

"Even further back is the Imperial Capital Period"

Stop talking, stop talking, you'll make me sweat profusely.

As the person who has spent the longest time with Westhead, Yurda can see clearly all of her brother's private behavior. No one is perfect. In the eyes of the Bright People, the image created by Prince Qinghui is extremely brilliant and dazzling, but Yurda will not be blinded by this filter.

Admiration is one thing, contempt is another, and there is no conflict.

Westhead interrupted quickly:
"That's enough. Can you still count at this point?!"

Then he immediately thought of taking back the initiative and fought back:
"If I'm in such a state, why don't you get up from me? It's not convincing to be so close to me."

"goo"

This point really hit Yurda, and she immediately fell silent.

Yulda's delicate and pretty face froze, then she bit the corner of her lip, lowered her head, frowned in thought, and swayed from side to side.

Finally, she found an excuse. Yuerda turned her head and said softly:

“It’s all about family heritage.”

"The Qinghui family is too small. Even if my brother has found a way to increase the number of Bright People through surgery, there are only two of us in the pure-blooded Qinghui family. If this continues, the family's thousands of years of inheritance will be in jeopardy."

"The Qinghui family needs direct descendants. Although it feels disgusting, there is nothing we can do."

The girl tried her best to pretend to be extremely disgusted, but her actions showed that she was unwilling to leave Westhead's arms.

Just fool yourself.

But I have to say, Yulda's eyesight is really on point. It really helps a lot.

The atmosphere has been set to this point, I have to express my respect.

"!!!"

The white-blond girl's graceful back suddenly straightened up and she glanced at Westhead in surprise, but she soon understood something and looked at him even colder and more contemptuously.

"Dregs, trash. Disgusting. But if it's for the sake of the family, for leaving pure descendants for the Qinghui lineage, I'm willing to endure any humiliation."

Feeling Yuerda's body trembling slightly, whether it was due to excitement or fear, Westhead also stroked his chin and said:

"If you say so, it is true. There are too few pure-blooded Qinghui descendants. Alas, I have to ask you to make some sacrifices."

Yuerda's noble and elegant purple eyes could no longer remain calm, her pupils trembled, and she said in a trembling voice:
"Of course, this is what a member of the Qinghui family should do."

So Westhead thought he would have a night off, but in the end it turned out to be a date.

That night, Westhead had an in-depth discussion with another member about the issue of family inheritance, and they rested until dawn.

The final conclusion is that Yulda is indeed a small fry.

(End of this chapter)