Chi Hong frowned, about to refuse.
But Bi Ji seemed to have lost her usual composure. She spread the enormous swan wings on her back, and as feathers drifted down, green vines sprang wildly from the ground.
Bi Ji folded her wings around herself and Chi Hong. Then the surrounding vines intertwined, blocking everyone else's view.
Chi Hong froze for a moment.
He truly hadn't expected this soul beast, supposedly the kindest of them all, to do something so impulsive.
What was she trying to do?
Faced with Chi Hong's confusion, Bi Ji simply leaned forward, spread her arms, and pulled him firmly into her embrace.
All the while, she apologized in an exceedingly gentle voice:
"I'm sorry, Young Lord Chi Hong. I just can't quite control myself anymore. Please let me have a little more."
"Don't worry. I won't tire you out this time, Young Lord Chi Hong. I'll guide it myself."
Chi Hong suddenly felt his face sink into softness, a rich floral fragrance mingling with a milky scent around his nose.
So big! Much bigger than Bingbing's!
This was the most primal scent of life, and for a moment, Chi Hong was lost in a daze.
At that very moment, the emerald-green Plate inside him began working on its own, further enhancing his vitality.
Every sensation across his body seemed to grow more pleasant, as though each of his cells were breathing.
The comfort made Chi Hong close his eyes and quietly savor it.
Bi Ji's face was also filled with tenderness and affection as she gently cradled Chi Tong in her arms.
This novel experience stirred a strange feeling within Bi Ji.
In all the more than five hundred thousand years since her birth, she had never embraced a human like this.
The only one she