When I woke up the next morning, Bai Ye was gone. I was lying alone under my blankets, clean and tidy. He must've used a cleansing spell to remove all the blood and mud stains from my clothes and sheets.
I sat up in my bed, dazzled by the bright morning sunlight. Everything looked the way it always did. If not for the strong spiritual power flowing through me and the dull soreness in my lower body, I might've thought the previous day was only a dream.
Or was it? I touched my lips. He had kissed me there. Now that my senses have fully returned, I remembered the trail he planted with his lips down my neck, my collarbones, my breast. I remembered his hand grazing over every inch of my bare body, lingering on the softest and most sensitive spots. My skin burned even now as I recalled the sensation of his touch.
And I remembered the sharp pain when he entered me.
It shouldn't be real, but it was. I had dual cultivated with my master.
