"Don't be nervous. Follow my lead."
Lin Xuan's voice sounded beside her ear, his warm breath brushing against her neck and sending a tingling sensation through her.
His left hand slid around Huo Qingtong's slender waist and gently rested against her abdomen.
This waist... was quite slim, and full of resilience.
Lin Xuan secretly praised her inwardly. Women who practiced martial arts year-round truly had figures incomparable to those delicate young ladies raised in secluded chambers.
Huo Qingtong kept warning herself: Stay calm! Stay calm! He's only instructing me in martial arts, don't let your thoughts wander!
Yet Lin Xuan's powerful masculine scent, mixed with the all-pervasive seductive force of the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique, was like an invisible net that tightly enveloped her.
She could not help feeling that Lin Xuan smelled truly wonderful, making her want to lose herself in it.
"Watch carefully. Let the sword take an unconventional path; let the force rise from the waist."
Holding her hand, Lin Xuan guided the short sword through a profound arc in the air.
At the same time, his left hand around Huo Qingtong's waist exerted a slight pressure, guiding her hips into a turn.
Their bodies pressed tightly together, and as the sword forms unfolded, friction between them became inevitable.
Huo Qingtong could clearly feel Lin Xuan's firm chest, as well as the astonishing strength flowing from his arm.
Her breathing gradually grew hurried, and her once-clear eyes began to glaze over. Her exquisitely beautiful face had long since turned crimson, like a ripened apple, delicate and alluring.
Lin Xuan keenly noticed the change in her.
He stopped moving and turned his head slightly to look at the lovely face inches away from his.
Huo Qingtong's eyelashes were long, trembling faintly from her nervousness.
Her lips were