Upon hearing this, Dan Bingli suddenly woke up and abruptly pulled away from Qin Luo's chest. Her cheeks instantly turned crimson, so bright that they looked as if they could be pinched until they bled, just like a peony in full bloom in spring.
Recalling her momentary panic and burying her head in his arms, waves of shyness washed over Dan Bingli.
This made her hesitant to look Qin Luo in the eye, her gaze darting around nervously. Her hands unconsciously fiddled with her hair, her fingers circling her long, flowing locks, trying to mask her inner unease with these small gestures.
"No...you don't need to tell me, I will absorb it myself."
Dan Bingli tried her best to make her voice sound cold and distant, but her trembling tone still betrayed her true feelings at that moment.
He then took a deep breath, slowly adjusted his state, and tried to focus his attention on absorbing spiritual energy.
After taking a few deep breaths, Dan Bingli finally calmed down a little before feigning indifference and saying:
"I, I'm ready."
Qin Luo just stared at her, a big question mark flashing through his mind.
He couldn't help but secretly grumble to himself:
"Isn't she just confused because she's embarrassed and angry? I've wasted so much of my spiritual energy in her dantian, and she was all prepared, so why didn't she absorb it? What's the point of talking to me?"
After venting his frustrations, Qin Luo coughed lightly, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes:
"Miss Dan, it seems you need some more time to be truly ready."
"This spiritual energy won't just flow into your dantian on its own; you have to actively absorb it."
These abrupt words shattered the icy composure that Dan Bingli had just managed to maintain, causing her face to flush red again, and she felt extremely annoyed.
"I, of course I know, I don't need you to teach me!"
His tone was noticeably hurried, mixed with a hint of shyness and feigned composure.
After saying that, she quickly composed herself and tried her best to ignore Qin Luo's ambiguous smile.
I readjusted my breathing, trying to restore my state of mind.
However, Qin Luo's words were like a pebble thrown into a still lake, breaking the tranquility in her heart, and the ripples they created lingered for a long time.
She could feel her heartbeat was still somewhat erratic, the pulse quickening with shame and anger as if mocking her loss of composure.
Qin Luo, who was watching from the side, also noticed that something was wrong with Dan Bingli. He put away his teasing intentions and subtly withdrew his hand that had been around her waist.
"Miss Dan, don't be impatient. Only by calming your mind can you absorb it better."
Qin Luo's gentle words and the way he moved his hand away finally calmed the panic in Dan Bingli's heart.
Slowly closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, her chest, which had been heaving violently with shame and anger, gradually calmed down, and her disordered heartbeat gradually returned to a normal rhythm.
With each deep breath, Dan Bingli finally regained some of her former aloofness, though a trace of shyness remained on her slightly flushed cheeks.
Instantly, the sound of their breathing and the continuous flow of spiritual energy absorbing each other echoed in the silent spirit pool.
However, her good fortune didn't last long. Although Dan Bingli tried her best to block out the tingling sensation that kept arising in her dantian, as time passed, she found that the tingling sensation not only did not weaken, but became stronger.
The feeling was like countless ants crawling around in her dantian, a tingling sensation mixed with an unbearable itch, spreading along her meridians to her limbs and bones.
Her breathing, which had been steady, began to quicken again, and a hint of panic flashed across her cool face. She tried her best to maintain the hand seals, not wanting Qin Luo to notice anything amiss, but the increasingly intense tingling sensation was constantly eroding the last vestiges of reason in her mind.
Qin Luo took in Dan Bingli's condition, a glint of cunning flashing in his eyes.
In his view, the time is ripe now.
At this moment, Dan Bingli had regained much of her senses and was no longer as panicked and helpless as before. This situation was the perfect opportunity for him to "add fuel to the fire" without any scruples.
"It's time to throw another heavy stone into this turbulent lake."
With that thought, Qin Luo subtly accelerated the rate at which the purple spiritual energy surged forth.
At this moment, Dan Bingli had her eyes closed, completely absorbed in the process of absorbing spiritual energy. Under the interference of the tingling sensation that surged like electricity, she tried her best to guide the purple spiritual energy into her dantian to stabilize the dantian that was already somewhat unstable.
However, as Qin Luo accelerated the flow of his purple spiritual energy, it surged within her body like an undercurrent. The already unbearable soft, tingling sensation erupted like a long-accumulated volcano, instantly breaking through a dangerous critical point.
It felt like a calm sea suddenly being suddenly engulfed by towering waves, crashing down like a tidal wave.
This intense, strange feeling was something Dan Bingli had never experienced before, as if a surging tide had instantly overwhelmed her.
In an instant, her delicate body trembled violently, all her strength was suddenly drained away, and her graceful figure lost its support, collapsing limply.
"Eek!"
At the same time, another soft moan escaped from her throat, echoing clearly in the silent spirit pool.
This melodious song is like a nightingale singing sweetly under the moonlight, clear and pleasant, with a unique charm.
It's a kind of allure that only appears after an iceberg melts, revealing the tenderness and charm usually hidden by a cold exterior, captivating and enchanting.
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