Qin Yi slipped out, and the two dummies inside finally settled down.
They had finally realized that they both seemed to have misunderstood something... Their idea of secretly setting the other up to conduct the experiment first had apparently been wrong too.
They were both mighty Qianyuan cultivators, yet they had actually forgotten the most basic principle: different people required different approaches!
Were clams meant for crawling? Just flip them over and lay them flat.
Did snakes need to be tied up? They were better suited to tying up other people.
If they all got down on all fours, who could match Cheng Cheng's grace?
If they all played at holy bondage, who could rival Yu Shang's air of fallen decadence?
Forget it...
Ye Ling untangled the messy ropes from An'an's head. The two sat on the carpet, looking at each other. Ye Ling had dragon horns, while An'an's clam wings were pale blue. At a glance, they truly looked like a dragon maiden and a clam maiden seated opposite each other beneath the sea, carrying a tranquil marine stillness.
It was just that both their faces were flushed red, and they were terribly embarrassed.
One had feelings for her brother, the other for her teacher. Their intentions were as plain as day. Never mind how much Qin Yi had understood; the two of them already knew perfectly well what the other meant.
Neither was something easy to say aloud... especially for Ye Ling.
After all, An'an's "teacher" was merely a title she had called him out of respect. She had never truly taken him as her master, nor did she intend to. There was even a tacit little understanding of mutual teasing between her and her teacher, so she was not in too much of a hurry.
But Ye