As he spoke, Du Lao’er clutched his shoulder, his breathing erratic as he staggered out.
Su Yan turned her head to look at Xiao Yu, and after observing him carefully, she said,
"No internal injuries, a few days’ rest should suffice."
Feng Yu bowed his head, concealing the emotion in his eyes.
His voice was soft, gentle.
"Sect Hierarch"
"Hmm?"
She listened intently but heard nothing more from him.
Instead, silence fell.
Su Yan took his hand,
"Let’s return and talk there."
"Yes"
Xiao Yu responded softly.
At this mont, Su Yan heard Xiao Hua’s voice in her mind,
"Ding dong, a star lights up. Keep going, Host!"
At the sa ti, Su Yan also saw a golden star appear beside her eye.
Clad in her gorgeous red attire, Su Yan’s beauty was like a striking scenery wherever she went.
What a pity though, this scenery was poisonous, one cannot look carelessly.
By the ti the two returned to the palace.
They shut the palace doors.
Pulled him to sit down before a chair.
She examined his face from both sides.
The left side had swollen from the slap, turning from red to blue-ish.
But... As Su Yan looked from side to side,
Why was the right side of his face also red?
She rembered that only the left side was hit, wasn’t it?
She reached out, lifting his chin, a bottle of golden sore dicine in her hand.
Gently applying the dicine bit by bit.
Then she watched him, his clear eyes slowly tinged with bloodshot, the spot under Su Yan’s fingertip on his chin felt warm and beca slightly reddish.
Su Yan frowned,
"Where else did he hit you?"
Could it be his True Qi got disrupted?
Pure Cultivation and Demon Cultivation really differ.
She extended her hand to examine him.
But as soon as her hand touched the knot of his waistband, her hand got caught.
"Umm..."
His thin lips, unexpectedly turned a deep red, emitting a muffled groan.
That sound was much like... unfulfilled desire.
The next second, Su Yan was completely enveloped in soone’s embrace.
"Hot"
His voice, Qing Qian, now hoarse, carried a different tone, becoming tantalizing.
Su Yan hugged him, gazing at him carefully.
Keep in mind, our comrade Su Yan is very pure.
Reaction to an aphrodisiac?
She had heard of it, but never witnessed it.
Hence, to her, his condition seed off.
She blinked,
"Very hot?"
She asked aloud.
Xiao Yu nodded, pressing his hands against her slender waist, rubbing incessantly.
Su Yan silently reached out to help him disrobe.
Grabbing a teacup beside her, its contents cool.
She brought the cup to Feng Yu’s lips,
"Take a sip."
Feng Yu’s throat moved, his lips parting slightly.
For so reason, the scene seed incredibly provocative.
Su Yan watched, finding herself montarily dazed.
It appeared that, due to the cold tea, Feng Yu’s expression sobered for an instant.
A torrent of thoughts surged through his mind.
Probably, it was those dicine pills.
Though he had spat them out, so had dissolved in his mouth.
Seeing his reactions now, he guessed it was an aphrodisiac.
He looked at the woman before him.
Feeling desire stir from within.
With every touch of her fingers, it sparked flas everywhere.
Feng Yu remained silent.
Gazing at Su Yan, if it were her, it wasn’t that intolerable.
He thought to himself.
In his mind’s eye, mories of his ti with Su Yan flickered rapidly.
Though it was a brief companionship.
To him, it was morably deep.
She liked holding his hand.
She’d handed him the Lingxiao Heart thod with a stern face.
She stood emotionless, shielding him behind her, even willing to confront Poison Man head-on.
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