The Woeful Poison Body was terrifying indeed!
Xiao Yan lay in bed, watching the sleeping Xiao Yi Xian.
Last night, his silver needle had turned black the moment he inserted it. Fortunately, his physique, Cultivation Level, and Heavenly Flames were all extraordinarily powerful. With Xiao Yi Xian only at the Dou Zhe level, no amount of poison could harm him.
After refinement by the Yin-Yang Saint Flame, the toxins had been burned into nothingness. Overall, last night's poison-testing session had been quite a success.
With Xiao Yan's acupuncture, Xiao Yi Xian had converted the potency of those poisons into Dou Qi even faster, and her Cultivation Level had advanced another step during their dual cultivation.
Now, she lay beside Xiao Yan's shoulder with her little face flushed red. Her long eyelashes quivered gently in her sleep, making it all too easy to feel tender affection for her.
An unknown amount of time passed before she gave a soft little murmur and slowly opened her hazy eyes.
A handsome face was smiling down at her, while against her skin, she felt a heat that did not belong to her.
"Ah!" she shrieked, nearly leaping straight out from under the covers, only to suddenly realize that she did not seem to be wearing any clothes.
Her already flushed face turned crimson, and she tucked her head beneath the covers like an ostrich.
"What are you so shy about?" Xiao Yan chuckled, ducking beneath the covers as well and resting his forehead against hers.
It was pitch-black beneath the covers, shutting out both the light and the embarrassment of the outside world. Only their breathing remained, washing gently over each other's faces in warm currents.
"W-what did I do last night?" came Xiao Yi Xian's shy voice.
"Nothing much. You just kept calling