"Mmm!!"
Ling Ningzhi's body suddenly tensed, her dark brows furrowed, and a trace of pain flashed in her eyes.
The strong True Yuan surged into her body like a tide, violently coursing through her meridians, clearly sensing the tearing pain caused by the brutish widening of the meridians.
"Mr. Chen, it hurts..."
"Hmm?"
Chen Mo slightly raised his eyebrow, increased the intensity of the True Yuan infusion a bit more, and said unhappily, "The Fairy really has a poor memory, how many times do I have to tell you in private before you remember how to call me?"
Ling Ningzhi blushed, her voice trembling, "Master, please be gentle, poor Daoist really hurts a lot..."
Chen Mo's breathing became slightly disordered.
His hands embraced her slender waist, unconsciously exerting force in his palms, causing her Daoist robe to crease, delineating enchanting curves.
