Lune lay flat, a shy expression on her face.
David leaned over, placing Lune's feet on his shoulders and began cultivating.
Lune's figure, sometimes lying down, sometimes prone, sometimes sitting, sometimes standing, assumed various poses at David's command.
Several times during cultivation, David pressed a small snail against the wall.
The little snail's two legs rested on its arms, constantly moving.
David completed another round of cultivation, yet he was naturally unsatisfied.
He again carried Lune to the bedside, then lifted her legs up, interlocked his fingers gently, and pulled lightly.
When Lune's cultivation was finished, her arms fell powerlessly onto the bed, only to be turned over, with David once more pressing over her.
And so, much time passed again.
Only when a hint of dawn appeared in the sky did David breathe a satisfied sigh.
Ultimately, the system's power continuously strengthened Lune's internal bloodline.
Nowadays, with David's rising power,
