The dual stimulation from his Spirit Sea and body almost made him lose control.
Qu Tong was helping to sort through his Spirit Sea, which, due to external disturbances, was somewhat uncontrollable, intermittent, alternately light and heavy.
Little did she know how big a storm it had stirred for Si Yuting.
A drop of sweat trickled down the side of his neck, where veins bulged, and went "plop" as it dropped onto Qu Tong's heaving chest.
A faint moan escaped, rolling uncontrollably from his throat.
...
Before Qu Tong slipped into sleep, she still wondered groggily.
What special fragrance?
Apart from the scent of shower gel, she hardly smelled anything else.
Si Yuting looked at Qu Tong's sleeping face and sighed softly.
"Asleep again."
Si Yuting touched his temple, Ali seemed to have forgotten to withdraw her mental strand.
It was gentle, soft, and inviting, an aura that wasn't at all off-putting.
Since he didn't reject it, Si Yuting didn't plan to drive it away either.
