As a seasoned connoisseur, Show-off felt that doing it in water was still more wonderful.
Especially the first time.
Because of nerves and fear, the latter would always instinctively resist, and the buoyancy of the water could make up for that perfectly.
Before this, Lin Heng had even made an interested bet with Murong Ziyan.
He bet on whether she would become a Little Chili or a hypocritical Lazy Master.
Naturally, this referred to the extent of her fall into depravity.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible."
"Even if I, Murong Ziyan, drown to death in the water, I will never fall into depravity."
Murong Ziyan raised her snow-white neck and shouted loudly.
"Is that so? Then let's wait and see!" Lin Heng grinned. There was no point saying anything else—his tail had already gone stiff.
After a round of entanglement and exploration, Lin Heng's eyes lit up. At last, he could determine which table Murong Ziyan would sit at in the Inner Court from now on.
She definitely wouldn't be able to sit with Yun Yao, Su Qiubai, Little Dummy, and little sister Little Li.
But honestly, it was quite exquisite.
Of course, Lin Heng wasn't referring only to her figure... Heh heh heh!
"No! Don't!"
"The Supreme One has truly done me grievous harm!"
"..."
It was still a ten-day rhythm.
It seemed that, for Lin Heng, every one of his Dao companions had to go through such a process.
From the initial tension, to adapting in the middle, to complete acceptance afterward—it was merely a matter of how long it took.
Some might need only three days, some perhaps as long as seven, while others would need more than ten days.
Without exception, the results were always...
Day One: ( ｀0′) Impossible, absolutely impossible.
Day Two: ＜(｀^′)＞ It's nothing special.