Visa's lips had turned purplish blue from carrying blocks of ice back and forth. Seeing Hu Xiaotian's condition, she was both worried and frightened. "No, I have to fetch Sister Yutong," she said, her voice trembling.
Hu Xiaotian shook his head. Suddenly, he stood and swept Visa into his arms, a suppressed, low sound rising from his throat. "Only you can help me..."
Hu Xiaotian woke in the middle of the night and saw Visa still sleeping against his chest, her golden hair strewn across it. Her delicate skin glowed in the darkness with a radiance as pure as moonlight. He gently moved her arm aside and discovered several bruises on her fair wrist, clearly left by him. Looking at her neck, as smooth as jade, he found several more conspicuous bruises. He shook his head, suddenly recalling a saying: a rabbit never ate the grass beside its own burrow. But only after tasting it did one realize how enticing and delicious that grass was. Only a fool would refuse to eat it.
He tucked the covers around Visa, slipped quietly out of bed, dressed, and went into the courtyard. A bright moon hung like a sheet of thin ice in the night sky. Hu Xiaotian stretched his arms, feeling utterly at ease from head to toe. Recalling what he had done the night before, even this rogue could not help blushing. He had been far too rough with Visa. Nor had he expected that, despite her wandering from place to place like drifting duckweed, she had still been a virgin. He hoped his rough plowing had not cast too great a shadow over her heart.
Standing beneath the moonlight, Hu Xiaotian quietly regulated his breathing. To his surprise, his Dantian Sea of Qi seemed to have expanded considerably, which