His steps stopped at once.
"Senior Brother Xuanji..." Chi Yu's voice went utterly soft.
He was so good at pleasing himself that, in just this short span, he was already rolling around on the bed with delight. "Senior Brother Xuanji, it feels so good." He was so frank, making no attempt to conceal what he felt at that moment.
He had a pure heart, from beginning to end.
Xie Xiyi: "..."
His Divine Sense had already gone in, so naturally there was no reason to withdraw it. He could only slowly turn around and walk to the bedside.
"Senior Brother Xuanji," Chi Yu called softly, a faint nasal note seeping into his voice and making him sound even more boyish. His eyes were already wet with pleasure, their corners red, a soft, alluring shade against his white skin.
He reached out to hook Xie Xiyi's broad sleeve and rubbed his white cheek against it. His eyes slanted upward toward Xie Xiyi, their shimmering gaze captivating, while he kept saying, "Senior Brother Xuanji, don't be angry anymore."
Xie Xiyi's Adam's apple bobbed several times despite himself. Once again, a joy far too wild for his cultivation arose in his heart. His teeth clicked faintly, and his fingers clenched into fists, the knuckles turning slightly blue.
Over the past six months, he had often felt this out-of-control frenzy-wild and joyous, making him want, from the bottom of his heart, to crush Long Aotian in his arms.
Xie Xiyi lifted a leg and knelt on one knee on the bed. His Divine Sense advanced, instantly filling half the passage of spiritual flesh.
Chi Yu immediately began trembling all over. "Senior Brother Xuanji!"
A fine sweat broke out on him. His Hair Tie was rubbed loose, and his thick, ink-black hair spread across nearly