After a night, dawn gradually broke.
Only then did A Yin spare Qian Chengxiao after tormenting him for most of the night. Like an exhausted little lazy cat, she lay sprawled across his chest, breathing fragrant breaths as her fingers traced circles over his chest.
Qian Chengxiao, meanwhile, stared blankly at the tent with lifeless eyes, seemingly lost in thought.
Xiao Wu, hiding nearby, had her crimson eyes wide open, her gaze filled with curiosity and excitement.
Her little mouth kept murmuring, "So it can be done like this, and like that... Oh my god."
As A Yin lay on Qian Chengxiao's chest, ready to sleep, she looked at his utterly despairing expression and curled her lips into a faint smile. She gently kissed the corner of his mouth.
"Husband, I admit it—you're not a little brother anymore."
"You really are amazing."
"Just as I guessed, the closer I am to you, the faster my cultivation progresses."
"After absorbing the essence, the Soul Power within me has surged by quite a lot."
"If I drink it fewer than ten more times, I think even my strength as a level seventy-one Soul Sage could rise by one level."
"From now on, you'll be my food."
As A Yin spoke, she licked her lips, her gaze at Qian Chengxiao becoming increasingly heated.
Once she had tasted it to the marrow, it was truly addictive.
Now that they had crossed that line, A Yin felt that she could no longer leave him. She had become shaped by him.
That night, Xiao Wu, inside the tent, learned many things.
She felt that she had never wanted to take human form as badly as she did now.
When that snow-white milk dripped down before her, she gave it a taste and instantly widened her eyes.