Noticing Xia Yan turn to look at her,
Zhu Zhuqing's heart immediately began pounding with nervous anticipation. "I... I'll go over too."
As she spoke, she stood up from the bed,
but before her exaggeratedly full, perky curves—rounder even than Ning Rongrong's—could leave the covers, Xia Yan caught her wrist and pulled her into his embrace.
"Now you want to absorb it? Why didn't you absorb it earlier?"
His face pressed against Zhu Zhuqing's forehead, so hot it seemed ready to steam. Holding her close, his hands slipped to her soft lower abdomen.
"I'll deal with Rongrong after she finishes absorbing it, but you... I can deal with you now..."
Zhu Zhuqing's eyes turned hazy, and her entire body burned.
But Xia Yan knew Ning Rongrong could still sense the outside world. If he did anything while she was absorbing the immortal herb, it might affect her absorption.
After collecting a little interest from Zhu Zhuqing, he temporarily let her go.
Zhu Zhuqing's legs had gone weak, and she could only slowly make her way to Ning Rongrong, whose Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda floated before her chest.
She did not dare raise her head, her blush rivaling a fully ripened apple.
After taking a deep breath,
she, too, began consuming the petals of the Narcissus Jade Muscle Bone.
The aura of the Hell Spirit Cat emerged along with a black cat tail,
refining the medicinal power.
The two sat in the cultivation area. It was not some official designation, merely a clean pink mat piled with many dolls and large enough for three people to cultivate on.
It did not look particularly soft, carrying something of a rubbery feel.
Any place where one could cultivate could be called a cultivation area.
A bed could also be called a cultivation