Upon hearing this, Yan Qingyu's delicate body shuddered slightly.
She had never imagined that Ling Feixue would ask her this, wasn't this mortifying?
She hurriedly pretended not to understand, "Wh-what do you mean, how did it feel?"
Ling Feixue smiled brightly, "Sister Qingyu, stop pretending, I saw it all yesterday. You ate that, ate with more enthusiasm than I did!"
Yan Qingyu's face turned red.
She bit her lip lightly, "Feixue, st-stop it. I'm so embarrassed. I-I don't know what got into me last night, I-I just..."
Ling Feixue smiled sweetly, "Sister Qingyu, what's there to be shy about? Was Qin Qi's Yang energy pure? Didn't it feel wonderful to absorb?"
Yan Qingyu, however, couldn't refute.
Last night she had tossed and turned in bed, still savoring the taste of that Yang energy even when she woke up the next day.
But how could she admit it, hurriedly saying, "N-no, I didn't!"
