After drinking the fever suppression medicine, Lan Xin fell into a deep slumber. In his sleep, he had some unknown, amorous dream, and a dewy flush of passion suffused his face.
Ning Xuan had forcefully linked with Lan Xin, and her spirit body had been entangled by the great blue snake for a long time. Though she hadn't been harmed, the ordeal had stimulated and awakened the desire within her.
In the process of linking with Lan Xin, Ning Xuan had been tainted by his violent Spiritual Sea. After returning to her own body, she felt her blood roil. Something in her veins struggled to break free but couldn't. The sensation was like ten thousand ants gnawing at her body—a fine, fragmented feeling that could neither be suppressed nor shaken. The discomfort was indescribable.
