At that moment, Fang Hao was wolfing down his food with his head lowered. When he saw Lin Ye approach with a tray, he mumbled around a mouthful, "What took you so long? I thought someone had beaten you to it..."
"Almost."
Lin Ye sat down and picked up his chopsticks.
"Almost what?"
Fang Hao blinked, not understanding what he meant.
Lin Ye didn't answer. Instead, he picked up a piece of steak and took a bite. The meat was firm and richly fragrant. As soon as it entered his mouth, a warm current rose from his lower abdomen and slowly spread through his limbs and bones.
This really was good stuff.
Feeling the warmth in his lower abdomen, Lin Ye felt more confident.
When the other man said nothing, Fang Hao stopped asking and focused on eating.
By the time the evening glow spilled across the horizon, the two of them had returned to their lodgings.
In the living room, Fang Hao sprawled on the sofa, rubbing his stomach as he groaned, "I'm stuffed... This meat really packs a punch. I feel hot all over... I can't take it anymore. I need to lie down for a while."
Sitting on the sofa, Lin Ye also felt a rolling fullness in his abdomen. But the Spirit-Nurturing Stance was running on its own, so he felt much better than Fang Hao. The warm current spread steadily through his body without making him uncomfortably bloated like Fang Hao.
Still, he did feel hot all over, as if he were soaking in warm water. Every pore in his body seemed to open, and it felt wonderful. He felt an urge to practice martial arts, so after glancing at Fang Hao lying in the living room, he headed straight for the small Martial Arts