Chen Sheng sat cross-legged on a soft brocade cushion, his bare upper body a mass of gnarled, well-defined muscle. Beads of sweat rolled down his taut skin. Each muscle seemed to hold explosive power, yet also betrayed a restless energy he was desperately suppressing.
Hearing the soft snort beside him, he slowly exhaled a scorching breath and responded with his eyes closed:
"What, is Miss Wang not satisfied?"
Wang Zilan, dressed in an intricate and magnificent Simurgh Phoenix Red Robe, sat to one side. Her once-vibrant makeup could not conceal the exhaustion etched upon her features, nor the lingering trace of pain. Hearing his words, her brow furrowed slightly and she turned her face away.
"Hmph."
Thinking back on what had just happened, she was overcome with a complex mix of emotions.
She had thought Chen Sheng taking her Profound Yin Qi would be a quick, clean affair. Never had she imagined the process would be so... difficult to put into words.
