....A technique involving Yin exchange.
"..."
Zhao Mei's brows twitched. "You want to dual cultivate?"
Su Xiaobai let out a low, amused chuckle.
Then pointed casually toward the stiff little bed behind him.
"No. Just lie down and spread your legs."
Direct, blunt, and no room for negotiations.
Her face morphed instantly—anger, disbelief, embarrassment—all crashing together like clashing spirit beasts.
"Has no one ever told you to hesitate before speaking!?" she snapped.
Su Xiaobai smiled thinly.
"I tried hesitation once."
"Got betrayed, stabbed, and killed."
"Didn't like it."
Zhao Mei gritted her teeth.
But she moved.
Not because she liked him. Not because she wanted it.
Because she knew how this world worked.
And Su Xiaobai? He wasn't the kind of man you refused when he was in a mood.
She walked to the bed, the tight clack of armored heels on spiritwood planks the only sound in the room.
Then she started stripping.
Piece by piece.
