Li Meirong's voice stuttered as she read out the title, and her pale face went as red as a beetroot.
"Pfft!" Feng Huang barely managed to keep from laughing out loud at the ever-changing expressions that graced Li Meirong's face. The turtle's tough shell shook with the effort it took to suppress her mirth. 'Ah, so my clueless mistress has some idea about Dual Cultivation already!'
Li Meirong's expressions cycled from shyness to thorough agitation. She gritted her teeth and clutched the scroll tightly in her hand.
She itched to lash out at Feng Huang, but managed to suppress the urge to do so.
What was Dual Cultivation if not simply a compilation of a few suggestive words or perhaps some obscene paintings? Wouldn't a scroll about the subject be simply an erotica book?
Well, she'd seen and read worse before, so why should she let this subject unsettle her so?
