His lean waist, supple muscles and bones, snow-white skin-even his thick, dark lashes, soaked with tears-filled Xie Xiyi with delight.
He found in them an indescribable, pure joy that even cultivation could not give him!
He lowered his head and, without needing to be taught, kissed away the tears at the corners of Chi Yu's eyes. "Don't cry," he whispered. "It feels good, doesn't it?"
Of course, Chi Yu could not hear him. He was still lost in a daze, and in this state, all he could do was keep calling for Senior Brother Xuanji.
Such wholehearted dependence naturally left Xie Xiyi utterly satisfied.
As Xie Xiyi moved leisurely back and forth, he reached out to brush aside Chi Yu's sweat-dampened hair. After all this time, his originally short hair had grown considerably longer and was tied in a low ponytail.
When Xie Xiyi's Divine Sense entered, it accidentally brushed Chi Yu's Hair Tie loose, letting his shoulder-length hair fall. Now it clung to his snow-white skin with sweat. Xie Xiyi gathered it up little by little and used the Hair Tie to tie it back into a ponytail.
He was deft with his hands and tied it beautifully.
Seen from outside, this scene would surely have looked very
heartwarming
and affectionate.
Yet Xie Xiyi's Divine Sense was conquering territory within Chi Yu's Spiritual Realm, until his entire Spiritual Realm was filled with the aura of Xie Xiyi's Divine Sense.
This was an utterly one-sided crushing. Xie Xiyi flattened Chi Yu's Divine Sense into thin paper, then hammered and kneaded it round again, tormenting it quite mercilessly.
And yet Chi Yu felt neither distress nor pain, because it was pure, fierce pleasure, coming in endless, towering waves. His whole body flushed red, like a cooked shrimp.
"What's this?" Xie Xiyi