Indeed, so-called motivation always requires a driving force; success might be accidental, but it's never a matter of luck. Thus, he now simply held the woman's delicate body; the rest was up to the woman to realize on her own. If once wasn't enough, they could try twice; if twice wasn't enough, they could embrace countless times, protected by the law!
His mouth was close to the woman's ear, and he whispered softly, "Focus on understanding the sword in your hands, let it become an extension of your body, as natural as moving your arm. The sword is cool, and you are cold too. Your sword has emotions, it is you. The sword I created is like an Iceberg, all you have to do is understand it, then it will all belong solely to you."
Su Sheng wasn't really sure if what he said was right, but he needed to keep the conversation from going cold, and more importantly, he needed to convey emotions. The sword follows the heart, that was the essence of his performance.
"It belongs to me alone?"