Thick mucus rushed at his face, drilling through Li Ziran's nostrils, mouth, and ears. In an instant, it was completely absorbed by the various organs in his body, and a stream of pure natural energy spread through him, nourishing him from within.
As that energy circulated, he felt indescribably comfortable. This feeling was definitely even more pleasant than being inside Anjebel's womb.
The natural energy here was purer than the amniotic fluid Elves were born from. He could even sense that if he used such a solution to cultivate his own shell, he might truly succeed.
It really was a solution.
Natural Essence.
That flicker of excitement lasted only a second before his attention swiftly settled on the beautiful figure before him.
This incomparably exquisite Primordial Elf was actually leaning against his chest, and even she herself had not reacted yet.
Li Ziran pretended to push her away, but used very little strength, his hand landing on her smooth, tender shoulder.
Aimier shuddered. An energy she had never felt before instantly spread throughout her body, freezing her in place for a moment. She could not move, only feeling that palm slowly slide down along her spine. Then she came back to her senses, abruptly exerted force, and shoved him backward.
Pop!
With a crisp sound, Li Ziran slammed into the wall of the protective barrier. Yet borne up by the buoyancy of the Natural Essence, he drifted back toward her.
Though Aimier possessed countless combat experiences, this had come too quickly. In almost an instant, he was pressed against her again.
There was no helping it.
The space here was simply too small.
In an instant, the two were tightly pressed together. Li Ziran fully caught that rose fragrance. Anjebel had not lied to him—Aimier had applied rose pollen to