And then the air changed.
It started subtle—sweetness creeping through the room like incense smoke that had burned too long. But it built. Thickened. The aphrodisiac he released from his Core Formation dantian saturated every breath, seeping into skin and lungs and blood. Spiritual energy weaponized into arousal.
Meiling's legs trembled beneath his weight. "What... what's happening?" She tried to close her thighs but his body prevented it. Heat bloomed between them involuntarily. "Husband!" The cry came strangled, confused.
From the wall, Xiao Hua stirred. Her voice emerged small and wounded: "Why are you touching her first?"
Cang glanced over his shoulder, smile sharp enough to draw spiritual blood. "To show you gentleness exists." His gaze returned to Meiling, hand sliding from breast to hip, fingers sinking into plush curves. "Because with you, little Hua, I won't be gentle at all."
Xiao Hua's breath hitched.
Meiling's eyes went wide. "What are you—"
