Leng Xuan was taken aback for a moment, he was no saint. Although he had always regarded Su Yurou as his sister, when she suddenly hugged him like that, the softness of the young girl's body, the intoxicating scent, and her well-developed, towering chest, inadvertently sent a jolt through his heart, like calm waters stirred by sudden ripples, uncontrollably leading to some restless thoughts.
However, seeing Su Yurou cry so sadly, the impure thoughts that had risen in Leng Xuan's mind quickly cooled down. He couldn't help but silently curse himself for being 'beastly' and, after getting a grip on his emotions, he gently patted Su Yurou's back, comforting her like a big brother, "There, there, Yurou, stop crying. Otherwise, people who don't know any better might think Brother Leng Xuan has bullied you." The latter part was said with a deliberately playful tone.
