So Cui Jiuyang could only half-reluctantly go along with her, stumbling onto the plank bed.
Li Mingyue had practiced her Enchanting Technique for a thousand years, and now she unleashed all her spiritual power.
She threw herself against him. Cui Jiuyang felt a sweet fragrance fill the room, and at once it was as though he had fallen into clouds and mist, his soul drifting a thousand miles away.
Her hands were even more unruly than before, winding tightly around him from behind like supple vines. Her warm breath, carrying a strangely cloying sweetness, washed over his ears and the side of his neck.
"Senior sister, come to your senses!" Cui Jiuyang said, his voice tight, as he tried to pry her hands from around his waist.
But her slender fingers dodged his pursuit like nimble fish. Even while evading his grasp, her fingertips wandered over his waist and back through his thin cotton clothes.
Li Mingyue seemed not to hear him. Instead, she pressed her entire weight against him.
Cui Jiuyang staggered under her push, and they fell together onto the edge of the bed.
The bedboards groaned under the strain.
Cui Jiuyang's brows knitted tightly, but his vision began to blur. His senior sister's Enchanting Technique had once kept him awake all night with her voice alone through a wall. Now that they were so close, he found it even harder to resist.
As he kept escaping Li Mingyue's hands, he struggled with all his might to retain clarity in his eyes.
He turned his head, trying to avoid his senior sister as she nearly pressed against his cheek.
The Full Moon Pool's Enchanting Technique was far from ordinary. Her hands were not groping aimlessly, but moved with an uncanny rhythm and purpose. Her fingertips traced his muscles,