Fang Xuan was pushed in by force.
The small hand pressed against his chest; it wasn't particularly strong, but her attitude was firm.
"Go in," she said.
Fang Xuan took a step back.
"Senior Sister..."
"Go in, hurry up!"
She pushed him again.
Fang Xuan was pushed to the edge of the bed and sat down.
Ning Xian stood before him, looking down at him.
Her eyes were still red, and tears clung to her lashes, but her gaze had changed.
It had become dangerous.
Before he could even think, she leaned down and kissed him.
The young girl's lips were soft and warm, carrying a hint of sweetness.
Fang Xuan was stunned; this was different from her usual scent—softer and more fragrant.
Ning Xian kissed him earnestly.
Her lashes trembled, her face flushed pink, and her breathing quickened.
This silly version of his Senior Sister... always made Fang Xuan feel a pang of guilt.
But there was no helping it, right?
Senior Sister was the one insisting.
Besides, she was nineteen now, and so was he... cough.
...
Half an hour later.
Fang Xuan finally understood the difference between a nineteen-year-old Senior Sister and a twenty-five-year-old one.
Indeed... it was tight. Very tight.
And she cried even harder.
The tears fell one by one, yet she refused to stop.
...
Fang Xuan looked down at her.
"Senior Sister, you don't want to break yourself like this..."
"Mm-hmm..." she sobbed, her voice incredibly soft.
"Then relax a little first..."
"Okay..."
She tried to relax, but to little effect.
Fang Xuan took a deep breath.
It was over; he felt like he couldn't get out...
...
Much later.
Ning Xian finally quieted down.
She lay on the bed, eyes half-closed, her body as limp as if her bones had been removed.
Her face was flushed, tears still clung to her lashes, but the corners of her mouth were slightly curled up.
Fang Xuan also let out a sigh of relief.
It was over... he had finally coaxed her to sleep.
Was a nineteen-year-old's combat prowess actually this strong?
He stood up gently, tucked her in, and went to a corner of the room to sit cross-legged.
Now he needed to cultivate; she should be settled for a while.
He began to meditate.
Grasping the laws of time was still as difficult as ever.
Images flashed past his eyes too quickly to see.
Past, present, and future intertwined like a tangled mess.
Fang Xuan tried to untangle them, but every time he reached out, the images dissolved.
What exactly was wrong? What was time, anyway?
He cleared his mind and continued his contemplation.
Time ticked away.
Before he knew it, morning had arrived...
...
Fang Xuan opened his eyes.
Still no progress.
He sighed and prepared to stand up to stretch.
Then he froze.
A pair of large eyes were staring at him.
Right in front of him, less than ten centimeters away.
Ning Xian was squatting before him, arms wrapped around her knees as she watched him.
Seeing him wake up, she blinked.
"Junior Brother~"
Fang Xuan looked at her; she had woken up surprisingly quickly.
He cleared his throat. "Senior Sister, morning."
Ning Xian didn't speak, she just kept staring at him.
Fang Xuan felt a bit nervous under her gaze.
"Senior Sister?"
"Junior Brother," Ning Xian said, "why are you so tall?"
Fang Xuan was stunned.
Tall? He had always been this height.
Then he looked down at Ning Xian.
She was squatting on the ground, looking up at him.
That face... it looked even more tender.
Her eyes were larger, her chin sharper, and she looked... smaller.
Ning Xian stood up; the top of her head only reached his chest.
Yesterday she reached his chin, but now she only reached his chest...
Ning Xian continued to look up at him, her face filled with confusion.
"Junior Brother, what's wrong?"
Fang Xuan took a deep breath; he had to test the waters.
"Cough, Senior Sister... do you feel any changes in yourself?"
Ning Xian thought for a moment.
"Huh? I... I don't know." She blinked, looking lost.
Fang Xuan looked at her.
It was over.
Not only was her body shrinking, but her mind was too. She was even sillier than her nineteen-year-old self.
He cleared his throat.
"Senior Sister, why don't you sleep a bit more?"
Ning Xian shook her head. "I'm already up. Why sleep so long?"
She looked at him earnestly.
"Have you finished your law comprehension?"
Fang Xuan fell silent for a moment. "Not yet..."
Ning Xian glared at him, her eyes big and round.
She stared at him without moving.
Fang Xuan felt a bit guilty under her glare.
"Senior Sister?"
"Lacking ambition," Ning Xian said softly but firmly. "Just come to bed with me."
Fang Xuan: "...???"
He took a deep breath.
"Senior Sister, you..."
"Why talk so much?" she interrupted, grabbing his sleeve. "Come."
Fang Xuan was pulled along by her.
Help me...
He had no choice; he had to knock her out again.
He meant using spiritual energy, nothing else...
Since she had no cultivation now, a tiny bit of energy should suffice.
Fang Xuan raised his hand, a faint wisp of energy gathering at his fingertip.
He tapped it gently against her forehead.
Ning Xian blinked.
Suddenly, a surge of sword intent flared from her body, slicing through the wisp of energy.
Fang Xuan was stunned, and so was Ning Xian.
"Junior Brother?"
Fang Xuan: "..."
He had been careless!
Her body actually...
Had! An! Automatic! Reflex!
He scratched his head and gave a dry laugh.
"Haha, Senior Sister, let me explain..."
Ning Xian's eyes went from confusion to realization, then to grievance.
Her eyes reddened, and tears were on the verge of falling.
"You don't like me anymore... you want to knock me out..."
"No, Senior Sister..."
"Then I'll just leave."
She turned to walk out. Fang Xuan quickly grabbed her.
Ning Xian struggled briefly but couldn't break free.
She looked back at him, tears swirling in her eyes.
"Let go of me..."
Fang Xuan didn't know how to comfort her anymore, so he could only satisfy her...
Anyway, he hadn't checked her spirit bone foundation yet.
If he didn't check, he didn't know, right?
...
So... a long time passed.
Ning Xian lay on the bed, looking up with a dazed expression.
Her mouth was slightly open, and a smile played on her lips.
It was the kind of smile that comes involuntarily after extreme comfort.
Fang Xuan reached out and brushed away the sweat-soaked hair from her forehead.
Ning Xian narrowed her eyes like a pampered kitten. "Junior Brother..."
"Hmm?"
"I like you..."
Fang Xuan swallowed hard. Even though he felt guilty...
But... but... she was the one who seduced him.
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