(First update)
Hotel, room.
The ambiguous atmosphere gradually spread, and Hu Liena's pretty face blushed like a ripe apple, saying to Yang Ming with a mix of coyness and reproach:
"Yang Ming, turn around and don't peek."
As the words left her mouth, a single strand of hair stood up on Hu Liena's forehead, wisps of steam rising from her locks, clearly from extreme bashfulness.
Yang Ming shrugged and, hearing her words, turned around.
His ears twitched slightly, and immediately afterward he heard the rustling of clothes coming from behind, accompanied by a faint, elusive fragrance drifting through the air.
After a long while, Hu Liena's muffled voice came from beneath the quilt:
"Okay."
Yang Ming turned to look and saw Hu Liena lying on the bed, burying her head inside the duvet while draped in nothing but a bath towel, wrapping her body up tightly.
Who would have guessed? Usually, Hu Liena was alluring and dynamic, yet at her core she was actually such a conservative girl, a contrast that gave Yang Ming a sense of cute deja vu.
A modest and virtuous young lady is a good match for a gentleman.
At the present moment, however, was not the time for romance.
Yang Ming forcefully suppressed the raging male hormones of an adolescent boy, gently placing one hand on Hu Liena's back.
Hu Liena's delicate body trembled slightly, her earlobes turning completely red. Her heart fluttered inexplicably, and an unprecedented sensation surged into her head.
Yang Ming remained unaware of what Hu Liena was thinking at this moment; his gaze was entirely focused on curing Hu Liena's "illness."
Passing through his thick palm, Soul Power poured into Hu Liena's body and circulated a round, allowing Yang Ming's Divine Sense to see countless viscous bloody auras clinging to Hu