Wu Long leaned in and Cao Xiang stepped back as her back was stopped by the decorative wall. He placed his left hand on it slightly above her. Unbeknownst to her, talismans were spreading from the hand and sliding across the wall to be placed in different places all around them, much like Wu Long did in the Clear River Pavilion. She also did not notice that the wall that was supposed to be rough was gradually completely covered by a film of Spiritual Qi that was cushioning her, so it felt firm but not uncomfortable to lean against.
She looked up at him with widened eyes, both nervousness and excitement rising in them as her body temperature shot up, her heart pumping at an elevated pace.
