Lin Xinyao lay sprawled across the bed, breath coming in tiny shattered gasps. Her inner walls still fluttered around emptiness, aftershocks rippling through her core as Mo Li slowly pulled out.
"Ah—!"Her body jolted with a soft, helpless moan, fresh slick dripping down her inner thighs. Even without him inside, her womb clenched again, sending a small spark of dizzy pleasure spiraling up her spine.
Her face burned scarlet. She twisted her head away, biting her lower lip hard to stifle another faint whimper.
Mo Li leaned back to watch her, eyes dark with lazy satisfaction.His cock glistened with her juices and his seed, still half-hard, a thick strand of his cum clinging to her swollen entrance.
"Look at you," he drawled."Still quivering. Still squeezing nothing like your pussy's begging me to stay inside."
Her hands flew to her face, covering her eyes with a strangled, embarrassed groan.
"D-Don't say such shameless things! It's… it was only because it was my first time— you were too rough— I didn't… I didn't even want…"
Her voice broke, trailing off into silence. The faint tremors in her thighs, the way her hips gave a tiny twitch as if still searching for him, told the truth more clearly than words.
He smirked, then leaned down, brushing a soft kiss across her flushed cheek.
"Little frost flower, your mouth lies.But your body — your yin qi — it's still tangled up in me, hungry for more."
She let out a tiny huff of wounded pride, trying to glare at him through damp lashes.
"Nonsense. You're just trying to trick me again to… to do such indecent things."
His thumb brushed over her lower belly in slow, warm circles.
"I'm not tricking you. My yang qi is fresh inside your womb right now. Cultivate it. Draw it in while it's still hot. You'll see how easily it tempers your meridians."
She hesitated, cheeks burning. Her eyes dropped, embarrassed.
"That… that's only because dual cultivation is a known technique. It doesn't mean I… like it. Or want to do it again."
He only laughed low in his throat.
"Of course. You didn't want it. That's why you were moaning my name and clinging so tightly I thought you'd never let me go."
Her face flamed brighter than ever.
Still glaring, she finally closed her eyes, crossing her hands over her lower dantian. Her frost qi was a mess — delicate cold threads frayed and tangled around the molten traces of Mo Li's yang.
When she drew a careful breath and guided her qi, the warm threads of yang energy immediately responded, coiling into her frost meridians and smoothing their flow.
Her lips parted on a small gasp.Her frost qi, which normally moved so sluggishly and had to be forced along rigid channels, danced almost eagerly around the warm yang. Each tiny circuit was smoother than the last.
Her cultivation realm — which had been stagnant for nearly a year — shivered and shifted, the barrier growing thin as paper.
"What… this… this isn't possible…"
Mo Li settled beside her, one arm lazily wrapped around her waist. As he let his own demonic core open, her yin qi flowed toward him in delicate, sweet pulses. It was so cold it burned — a potent frost essence that seemed to freeze then instantly melt inside him.
"Ah… still a virgin's yin qi at heart," he murmured, voice husky with satisfaction."Your special frost is even purer than I thought. No wonder it was so tight around me."
Her eyes flew open in shock.
"You— you're absorbing my yin while I'm cultivating? That's—"
"—Exactly what dual cultivation means," he finished for her with a wicked smile."It's mutual. And trust me, little frost flower — I'm making sure every drop of my yang tempers your delicate meridians."
Xinyao let out a tiny sound, somewhere between a huff and a sigh. Her cultivation slowed for a moment as she struggled with her pride.
Then another gentle rush of yang qi pulsed up into her dantian, and she couldn't help it — her head tilted back, mouth parting on a soft breath of pleasure.
"I hate you…" she whispered, voice weak, cheeks hot."For making me need this. For making my cultivation depend on your… filthy yang."
Mo Li only chuckled, pulling her tighter against his chest, mouth brushing her ear.
"Hate me all you like.But by the time you breakthrough — you'll be begging me to pour even more inside you."