Seeing Ning Xian lower her head and shuffle toward the kitchen with her ears flushed red, Fang Xuan thought for a moment, tossed the black sword by the wall, and followed her.
......
Inside the kitchen, Ning Xian stood with her back to the door, her hands moving clumsily as she prepared to boil some spirit porridge. Her body was currently too weak, and this was the only way she could manage to nourish herself.
Her movements were much slower than usual, and her slender figure from behind seemed a bit pitiable.
Fang Xuan rubbed his nose and rummaged through his storage ring, pulling out a few spirit herbs that supplemented qi and blood.
Though he felt that given Ning Xian’s current cultivation, their effect might not be significant.
He walked to the other side of the stove, preparing to stew a simple version of a tonic soup.
"Senior Sister, let me... stew some tonic soup for you."
He spoke in as natural a tone as possible while processing the herbs.
Ning Xian’s movements to light the fire stiffened. She buried her head even lower, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz. "No... no need."
She felt like her face was hot enough to boil an egg.
A tonic soup? To supplement what? To supplement last night’s exertion...
This... this was simply embarrassing to death.
She quickly hurried her pace, tossing several more handfuls of spirit rice into the pot and secretly adding some high-grade tonic herbs she usually couldn't bear to use.
No matter what, her body had suffered a deficit; it was a fact, and she had to nourish it...
The two of them busied themselves separately in this subtle and awkward atmosphere.
.......
At the dining table.
There was simple spirit porridge and side dishes, plus a small pot of the tonic soup Fang Xuan had stewed.
Ning Xian kept her head down the entire time, taking small sips of her porridge.
She had only one thought in her mind: please, just don't mention what happened yesterday.
She would treat it... treat it as if she had made a mistake, an accident that was now in the past.
It was her own failure to control her desires; she would compensate her junior brother in other ways...
.......
Fang Xuan looked at his senior sister’s ostrich-like behavior and found it a bit amusing.
He scooped a spoonful of the soup he had made for her and spoke as if casually, "Senior Sister, do you think... after what we did last night... could you get pregnant?"
Ning Xian’s spoon jerked, and half a spoonful of porridge splashed directly onto the tabletop.
She looked as if she had been struck by lightning as she raised her head to look at Fang Xuan.
Those eyes, usually cold and clear, were now wide and round, filled with panic.
Her... pregnant with her junior brother’s child?
Those chaotic and intense scenes from last night, images that made one’s face burn, flooded back uncontrollably...
.......
"You... you... you eat first."
Ning Xian dropped those words and, ignoring the spilled porridge, turned and ran back to her bamboo hut.
Fang Xuan rested his chin on his hand, watching the tightly closed door.
He suddenly felt that... when Senior Sister was shy, he could never tire of looking at her.
......
Inside the bamboo hut.
Ning Xian leaned her back against the door panel, her heart thumping wildly.
Getting... pregnant...
Absolutely not.
Yesterday, they had done it at least seven or eight times, maybe more. Toward the end, her mind had been so muddled she couldn't remember clearly... but she absolutely could not get pregnant.
She bit her lip and began rummaging through the room in a flurry.
She checked her storage pouch, small boxes, and even felt under the bed.
Finally, in a corner, she found an inconspicuous small jade bottle.
This was one of the few bottles of pills she had grabbed from a shelf next to the dual cultivation pills back in the secret realm.
She hadn't looked closely at the time, only discovering after returning and organizing things that they were contraceptive pills.
Fortunately... fortunately, she had grabbed them on a whim.
With trembling hands, she pulled the stopper. Without even checking how many were left, she dumped them all into her mouth and swallowed them with water.
After finishing this, she slid down the door to sit on the floor, hugging her knees and burying her burning face in her arms.
She was still a bit afraid... would the pills work?
Was it already too late? What if she really was pregnant?
All sorts of messy thoughts kept her mind in turmoil.
Furthermore... after such a thing had happened, how were they supposed to interact in the future?
Should she really do what she had self-deceivingly thought before? While her junior brother was young and didn't know better, she could tell him—
"It’s very normal for senior sisters and junior brothers to do this, and having a child is also..."
But... would he really believe that?
Ning Xian buried her head deeper, feeling that her image as a senior sister was completely ruined...
Not only was it ruined, but it was also now attached to multiple crimes like "taking advantage of someone" and "being shameless."
.......
In the afternoon.
After secluding herself in the room for most of the day and building up countless mental barriers, Ning Xian finally forced herself to suppress those embarrassing thoughts for the time being.
She still had serious business to do—performing the bone-exchange for Fang Xuan.
The bone-exchange process wasn't entirely safe; it was best to use a medicinal bath to condition the body first, making full preparations.
She took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and walked into the courtyard.
Fang Xuan was in the courtyard consolidating his realm.
A night of dual cultivation, combined with his previous accumulations, had firmly placed him in the middle-stage Golden Core Realm, his aura thick and solid.
One had to admit, while the system’s buns and pills were good, the improvement from dual cultivation seemed even more efficient.
System: 【The training target Fang Xuan feels satisfied after being nurtured by Master, fitting the target's desire for Master. Training progress +1%!】
Fang Xuan: ...That works too? The system really is everywhere.
.......
Ning Xian walked out.
Seeing her, Fang Xuan withdrew his spiritual energy and called out, "Senior Sister?"
Being looked at by him like that, the mental defenses Ning Xian had struggled to build began to waver again.
She started becoming incoherent once more. "Ah? I... I..."
She quickly chanted in her mind: It’s normal, it’s normal for senior sisters and junior brothers to do that sort of thing... it was to neutralize the poison... it was an accident...
"Go... go to the bone-exchange." She finally found her voice, forcing herself to be calm.
Fang Xuan watched her clearly shy expression while she tried to feign composure...
Hm... it was quite cute.
"Mm, okay," he replied, starting to walk toward the room.
But as he drew close to Ning Xian, he suddenly lowered his head and quickly brushed a kiss against her lips.
It was like a dragonfly skimming the water, a touch and then gone.
Ning Xian: "!!!"
"You're... you're not allowed to just kiss Senior Sister's mouth."
......
Fang Xuan smiled, wrapping one arm around her slender waist to pull her gently into his embrace.
Then he lowered his head and gave her a firm, resounding kiss.
"It's never 'just' when it's for you, Senior Sister," he said in a low voice, leaning against her ear.
His warm breath brushed against her sensitive earlobe.
Ning Xian felt her mind go hazy...
The temperature where his arm held her waist was clear, and his smiling voice echoed in her ear.
The sensation of the two kisses seemed to linger on her lips...
Her heart beat so fast it felt like it would jump out of her chest, and those face-burning images from yesterday flashed through her mind at the most inopportune moment...
"Mm... okay..." She felt her head spinning, her mind completely crashing.
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