I don't want to be trained by my senior sister!

After waiting a while, my stomach started growling even louder, but my senior sister still hadn't returned.

The character of a seriously injured person can't run around or meditate, so just waiting around is really boring.

The warm sunshine felt wonderful on my skin, and waves of drowsiness washed over me.

Okay, I'll take a nap and recharge.

The blanket still carried Ning Qian's cool, faint fragrance, which surprisingly helped her fall asleep.

Before long, he fell asleep.

Consciousness sank into darkness, then slowly rose again...

Fang Xuan felt like he... had woken up again?

But the surrounding environment is not right.

There were no dilapidated bamboo houses, and no windows filled with sunlight.

As far as the eye can see, there is a dazzling red.

Beneath her was a bed covered with a bright red brocade quilt, and the air was filled with a warm fragrance.

He tried to move.

But my whole body felt limp and I couldn't muster any strength, as if all my bones had been drained.

Especially in my lower back, I felt waves of soreness and swelling, the feeling was...

What happened?

Fang Xuan was startled and tried to sit up to check the situation, but his arms were too weak to support him.

Just then, a cool little hand pressed on his shoulder and pulled him back into the blankets.

Fang Xuan looked up and met a pair of familiar, cool eyes.

Ningxian?

But the Ning Qian in front of him seemed somewhat different from the aloof senior sister he knew.

She wore a thin red gauze dress, her long, jet-black hair cascading down, with a few strands falling beside his face.

Those eyes, which were always calm and undisturbed, were now veiled with a layer of watery mist, and the corners of their eyes were even tinged with a faint blush.

Her breathing seemed a little more rapid than usual, and her warm breath brushed against his neck.

"Senior... Senior Sister?"

Fang Xuan's throat felt dry.

This scene, this atmosphere, something just doesn't feel right.

Ning Qian did not answer, but simply looked at him quietly with her misty eyes. Then she lowered her head and began to gently bite open the ties of his undergarment with her teeth.

"Wait, senior sister! What... what are you doing?"

Fang Xuan panicked and tried to struggle, but his meager strength was utterly useless under the seemingly gentle but actually firm suppression of the other party.

"Fuck you..."

His clothes were easily torn open.

What happened next was completely beyond Fang Xuan's comprehension...

Her aching waist was tightly gripped, her body as limp as a puddle of mud...

My train of thought is disconnected...

After an unknown amount of time, everything finally came to a temporary halt.

Fang Xuan lay sprawled in the disheveled crimson brocade quilt, staring blankly at the swaying red gauze curtains above his head.

He felt like his body no longer belonged to him, especially his back... it felt like it was about to break.

Before he could even catch his breath, that slightly cool hand touched his side again.

Fang Xuan froze, and with his last bit of strength, turned his head in terror.

Ning Qian lay on her side next to him, one hand on his neck, the other gently massaging his waist.

When she saw Fang Xuan looking over, she tilted her head slightly.

"Have you rested well?"

Fang Xuan: "!!!"

No!

The protest was unsuccessful.....

The second time, the third time, the fourth time...

He felt like he was about to break down.

Finally, during the seventh interval.

Fang Xuan felt that he had regained a little bit of strength.

Taking advantage of Ning Qian's apparent momentary lapse in vigilance, he gritted his teeth and moved slowly toward the edge of the bed with trembling arms.

His fingers trembled as they touched the floor.

I bumped into it; if I just moved a little more, I could roll off the bed, and then...

But at this time...

A slightly cool little hand grasped his ankle again.

Fang Xuan's heart sank instantly.

He turned his head back little by little.

Ning Qian had already sat up at some point and was quietly looking at him, a faint hint of displeasure flashing in her clear, cold eyes.

Then, she gently pulled.

He was pulled back to the center of the soft red bed...

.......

"don't want......"

Fang Xuan sat up from the bed.

He opened his eyes wide, looking around in shock.

The familiar bamboo house, the familiar plain-colored bed curtains, the familiar cool herbal scent... and the bright, almost blinding sunlight outside the window.

It's alright...it's alright.

It was a dream.

"That scared me to death..."

He let out a long sigh of relief, feeling a lingering soreness in his waist from the repeated massage, and couldn't help but raise his hand to rub it.

Is it true that... what you think about during the day, you dream about at night?

It must have been that evil message from the system yesterday, "Yearning for the master's body" and "Requesting intercourse," that planted the seeds of evil in his subconscious.

And that damn training progress.

.......

But... the senior sister in the dream... that last look in her eyes as she dragged him back...

When he woke up from the dream, he felt a little lost...

Thinking of this, he shuddered and quickly shook his head to banish those dangerous images from his mind.

......

I regained my composure and looked out the window.

The sun is already high in the sky; it looks like it's noon.

He seems to have slept for quite a while.

A faint aroma of food wafted in from outside.

Is my senior sister cooking?

As he was thinking, the bamboo door was gently pushed open.

Ning Qian walked in carrying a tray with a bowl of steaming soup on it, but the color was... rather dark.

She immediately saw Fang Xuan sitting on the bed. His complexion seemed better, but his eyes were still a little unfocused, and there was even sweat on his forehead.

She tightened her grip on the edge of the tray, then loosened it again.

"Eat...eat, you don't need to get out of bed."

Fang Xuan quickly waved his hand, struggling to get out of bed, his voice weak: "No need to trouble Senior Sister, I can do it myself..."

He braced himself against the edge of the bed with one hand, his feet on the ground. He tried to stand up, but his legs gave way and his body swayed, looking as if he was about to fall at any moment.

Ning Qian put down the tray almost instantly and firmly supported his arm.

"Go back to bed." Ning Qian's tone was a bit harsher than before.

Fang Xuan obediently said "Oh" and was helped back to sit on the edge of the bed.

Ning Qian settled him in and then turned to pick up the soup bowl from the tray.

With her back to Fang Xuan, she gently bit her lower lip.

Was my tone too harsh just now? He was so badly injured, and I acted like that... It shouldn't have been like that.

She composed herself, carried a bowl of dark soup to the bedside, and handed it to Fang Xuan.

Fang Xuan took the bowl and felt its warmth in his hands.

He looked down at the thick, black liquid in the bowl, and at the several equally black, unidentified pieces of meat floating in it...

Wait, why is this meat moving?!

"Senior Sister... this soup smells quite unique, what's the meat in it...?"

Ning Qian stood by the bed. Upon hearing this, a hint of embarrassment flashed across her usually cool face, but she quickly regained her composure and explained in a matter-of-fact tone:

"The Black Tai Sui in the wine jar yesterday had its mind destroyed by you, and its physical form was lost... what a waste."

"Although this thing is not very appealing in appearance, it is extremely nourishing and has a remarkable effect on healing injuries."

Fang Xuan: "..."

Black... Tai Sui? It seems this is what was haunted yesterday.

However, why is it stewed to such a... caramelized and fragrant state?

It probably... maybe... maybe it won't move in his stomach...

I doubt I'd... have a daughter or something...