Inside the room.
Amid the scattered Spell Robes and undergarments, a long leg, white as jade and shapely as a lotus root, reached the floor. The moment her pale, lotus-like foot touched down, it trembled slightly, as though too weak and limp to support her.
Li Ping hurriedly steadied Wei Yiling with gentle hands, soothing her as he said, "Fellow Daoist Wei, this was your first time. Try not to move too much just yet."
A lingering flush still colored Wei Yiling's face. Hearing Li Ping's reassurance, she could not help rolling her eyes.
She was not a rigid person. Before giving herself to him, she had deliberately studied many illustrated books so she would not embarrass herself before Li Ping and could preserve the poise of a female Core Formation cultivator.
One could say that although she had no practical experience, her theoretical knowledge was extensive.
At first, she had feigned cool detachment, gritting her teeth without making a sound. But she had never imagined that Li Ping's body would be so powerful, nothing like the descriptions in those illustrated books.
At the thought, Wei Yiling clenched her delicate fists and thumped Li Ping's mountain-like chest twice.
Li Ping accepted the blows without protest. In truth, he felt a little ashamed.
At first, knowing this was Wei Yiling's first time, he had been careful and considerate.
But when he saw Wei Yiling keep her teeth clenched, her face expressionless and her lips silent, his masculine pride had stirred his competitive spirit. The more she kept silent, the rougher his movements became.
That was why the pain had left Wei Yiling drenched in fragrant sweat, unable even to stand steadily.
After helping the completely naked Wei Yiling sit down, Li Ping sat cross-legged himself and looked inward at his dantian.