The Pill Room was filled with a faint medicinal fragrance:
The Green Lotus Core Flame churned wildly within the Pill Cauldron.
Leaping flames reflected the seven pill patterns slowly winding across its surface.
Xiao Yan steadily controlled the heat with one hand.
Yet his other hand was far from well-behaved.
It quietly wrapped around Medusa's slender waist.
His fingertips deliberately or casually brushed across her waist.
Gently caressing her smooth, sensitive skin.
"Xiao Yan!"
Medusa could not help gritting her teeth and growling. In her wine-red eyes,
a complex flicker of embarrassment and annoyance flashed by:
"If you keep moving around like this,"
"this batch of pills may very well be ruined!"
"This is a Seventh-grade Pill."
There could not be the slightest mistake during the pill-refining process.
Xiao Yan's actions at this moment undoubtedly left Medusa both embarrassed and angry:
Strictly speaking, what did Xiao Yan's pill have to do with her?
But this was a seventh-grade pill, after all. If it were truly ruined because of her,
that would indeed be a terrible waste!
Just as Medusa was struggling with herself,
Xiao Yan chuckled and lowered his head slightly.
His warm breath lightly brushed against her ear.
With a hint of teasing and tenderness, he softly said:
"Why did you stop? Can't bear to?"
"This isn't your pill anyway. What does it matter if it's ruined?"
The more Xiao Yan spoke like that, the more helpless Medusa became:
That gentle breath caused the tips of her ears to flush faintly.
Like peach blossoms just beginning to bloom.
Filled with helplessness, Medusa wanted to struggle free from Xiao Yan's embrace.
But perhaps Xiao Yan truly occupied some place in her heart.
She feared that moving too violently would affect the pill-refining process.
She could only endure the embarrassment and