Lin Yichen's Spiritual Spring Ran Dry, His Foundation Loosened, and His Cultivation Plummeted

The moment Lin Yichen walked in, he heard Hu Liena's slightly displeased voice.

"Back?"

"That little girl sounded like she... really likes you?"

Lin Yichen nervously swallowed. She's here with bad intentions!

"Come here!"

Hu Liena gave a coquettish shout, pointing to the spot beside her and signaling for Lin Yichen to lie down.

He hesitated for a second, but still walked over and lay down beside her.

The bed in the lounge had originally been a single bed, so it really was a little cramped with two people lying on it.

They lay side by side, arm against arm, able to feel each other's warmth.

Hu Liena turned onto her side and placed one hand on his chest, her fingertips lightly tracing circles over the fabric.

This was her usual tactic before desire overtook her. Lin Yichen naturally understood, and given Hu Liena's sensitive reaction earlier—

He figured he would not escape disaster today.

Lin Yichen figured that before long, the spiritual spring in his dantian would run dry, his foundation would loosen, his vital essence would leak away, and his cultivation would plummet.

"She called you Brother Lin."

Hu Liena murmured with a coquettish pout, her tone giving away neither joy nor anger.

"Mm."

"She called you so sweetly."

"Mm..."

Lin Yichen was already feeling guilty. No matter how he answered, it felt like a dead end.

Lin Yichen turned his head to look at her. Her face was very close to his, and her eyelashes brushed against the tip of his nose, making it itch.

He could not make out her expression. He could only feel her breath landing on his chin again and again, warm and soft, carrying a faint trace of moisture.

"Senior Sister, I..."

Before Lin Yichen could figure out what to say, Hu