Xiao Yi Xian: (눈_눈)
Who the hell made me take off every last stitch of clothing for this treatment?!
What the fuck are you blushing for, you bubble-tea kettle!
Xiao Yi Xian immediately rolled her eyes. Her bashfulness turned into blazing anger in an instant, and she wanted to sit up on the spot, kick Xiao Yan hard in the kidneys, then press this shameless bastard down hard, hard, hard against the line marking her Woeful Poison Body.
Wasn't this lecher supposed to be shy? Then take a good, hard look, damn it!
Yet the moment Xiao Yi Xian raised her leg to kick Xiao Yan, she pulled her foot back. For no other reason than that this goddamned bastard had actually opened his mouth when he saw her foot coming!
Xiao Yi Xian: "??!"
Although she was barefoot and Xiao Yan had shoes on, in theory, someone barefoot had nothing to fear from someone wearing shoes. But damn it, she was afraid of someone opening his mouth!
Just as Xiao Yi Xian finally recovered her senses and thrust out her chest, ready to give Xiao Yan a vicious elbow strike, his large hand pressed her back down.
Crimson flames burned on Xiao Yan's hand as he gently rubbed the area between her chest and lower abdomen. Finally, he spread his hand, covering the poison line on Xiao Yi Xian's smooth, flat belly.
The scorching sensation flowing from Xiao Yan's large hand made Xiao Yi Xian let out a soft hum through her nose, her body trembling slightly despite herself. Warm currents flowed from her lower abdomen into every limb and bone, while tiny flames continually refined the jumble of toxins inside her.
This was the preliminary technique Xiao Yan and Yao Lao had developed based on the Poison Pill