Xie Xiyi loved hearing him make those sounds, so he always deliberately stimulated him into producing different pleasing tones and gasps.
For Xie Xiyi, spiritual communion was naturally immensely pleasurable too. But he had not used the amplifying forbidden curse, so he always had a little more room to maneuver than Chi Yu and could retain some measure of reason.
He turned Chi Yu over so they faced each other. His fingers, shrouded in black mist, pressed against Chi Yu's slender neck, slowly moving down from his Adam's apple and parting his robes completely.
The youth had an exceptionally beautiful body. His skin was like pearl, its creamy whiteness tinged with pale pink and giving off a captivating luster.
The black mist enveloping his fingers greatly diminished his sense of touch, but Xie Xiyi could imagine how lovely he would feel. Just a little pressure from his fingers could leave faint red marks.
Xie Xiyi idly played with his body until he had kneaded red marks into him from head to toe.
Only then did Chi Yu regain some of his senses. Had he been mortal, he would already have died of dehydration, but he was a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator. His spiritual power circulated extremely quickly and could turn into the energy his body needed, including bodily fluids.
Even so, his lips were dry and his voice had gone hoarse. "Senior Brother Xuanji, enough... don't keep going."
"Enough?" Xie Xiyi laughed hoarsely. "You've had enough, but I haven't. Well? Did my attentions feel good?"
Chi Yu: "..."
He opened his mouth, only to find he had no idea what to say. He could still feel the weakness and tingling in his body, his heartbeat close at hand. If there had been a heart rate monitor, it would certainly have