"Heh, no time to lose. Miss Mei, let's begin now." Xiao Yu's smile faded, and his expression grew serious.
Mei Ning glanced at Xiao Yu, then lowered her head again and spoke softly, a faint blush on her face:
"My magic power is sealed inside my body now, so I can't transfer the Spirit-Communicating Qi through our palms. I have no choice but to transfer it through... through joining our bodies."
By the last sentence, her voice had grown so quiet it was barely audible.
"Then become my concubine from now on!" The sight of her blushing face stirred Xiao Yu's heart, and he spoke.
Hearing this, Mei Ning lowered her head even further, her face red, and said nothing.
Seeing her like this, how could Xiao Yu fail to understand? At a time like this, a woman's silence meant consent.
Without another word, Xiao Yu scooped Mei Ning into his arms, walked slowly to the bed, and gently laid her down.
Xiao Yu braced his hands on either side of her body. With his face less than half a foot from hers, he studied her closely, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly grew intimate.
Mei Ning kept her eyes tightly shut, her lips quivering slightly and her cheeks flushed. Her heart pounded, and she was too embarrassed to look directly at Xiao Yu.
After drawing a deep breath of the faint, delicate fragrance wafting from Mei Ning, Xiao Yu hesitated no longer and lowered himself onto her.
When that moment came, Mei Ning felt a stab of pain, followed by her mind going completely blank. She could remember nothing, and transferring the Spirit-Communicating Qi slipped entirely from her thoughts.
"Xiao Mei, hurry and transfer the Spirit-Communicating Qi to me!" Knowing this was no time to indulge himself, Xiao