Although he said it like that, Lin Mo never planned to hold her indecently. At least, not at the moment when something more important was at hand, and with his current cultivation, all he could do was assist her in using the benefits of the hot spring to stabilize the raging tempest within her dantian.
Now that he had gotten her permission, Lin Mo's arms looped to her front before gently pressing on her navel and slightly sliding it lower to where her dantian should be located.
Her skin was scalding to the touch, not from the water, but from the feverish heat of her chaotic spiritual energy.
