(T/N: This chapter may contain explicit scenes; reader discretion advised)
Fang Xuan felt dazed, his body swaying slightly before his head eventually tilted to the side, slumping onto the table and becoming completely still.
Ning Xian held her breath, watching Fang Xuan with intense nerves.
Only after confirming that his breathing was steady and deep, and that he was truly asleep, did she finally breathe a sigh of relief, lifting her hand to pat her flushed little face.
She... she had been scared to death.
In that moment just now, she truly thought Fang Xuan had woken up and heard her bold declaration.
Fortunately, it was just a groggy reaction before he fell into a deep sleep.
He surely knew nothing; when he woke up tomorrow, he would only think he had drunk too much and slept it off.
Yes, that had to be it.
Everything would return to its proper track, as if nothing had happened.
Except for those secret thoughts in her heart, which had been temporarily suppressed only to now burn even more intensely.
She looked at Fang Xuan's face as he lay on the table, appearing completely defenseless.
Ning Xian swallowed hard.
Then she stepped forward, bent down, and picked Fang Xuan up.
.......
A quarter of an hour later.
Fang Xuan finally opened his eyes with great effort.
What met his gaze was Ning Xian’s small face, inches away from his own.
Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes trembling nervously, and her face was incredibly red, with tiny beads of sweat even seeping from the tip of her nose.
Fang Xuan thought, "???"
Where were his clothes?
His brain stalled for a second.
"Cough... Senior Sister?" Fang Xuan could not help but speak up.
"!!!"
Ning Xian instantly sat bolt upright, staring at him with wide eyes.
A deeper crimson quickly surged across her face, and her eyes were filled with panic and confusion.
Junior Brother was awake... why was he awake again?
The pill was clearly... was the dosage not enough?
Ning Xian's mind went blank, leaving only the words "caught red-handed" echoing in her thoughts.
Fang Xuan also sat up, looking at his bare chest.
He then looked at his senior sister, whose face was so red it looked like it might start smoking, and whose eyes were darting everywhere except at him; he roughly understood what had happened.
Senior Sister... was she actually this bold?
Just as he was about to speak, Ning Xian beat him to it, putting on a stern face.
Attempting to use the most serious expression to cover her guilt, she spoke absolute nonsense with a straight face, "Ju... Junior Brother... your yang poison is acting up again."
"It was very severe just now; your whole body was burning hot, you were delirious, and... and you were tearing at your own clothes. I am helping you... helping you clear your meridians. You... you should just lie still."
Fang Xuan replied, "......."
"Oh, alright, Senior Sister."
Fang Xuan followed her lead smoothly, even cooperatively preparing to lie back down.
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Senior Sister."
His sudden compliance actually made Ning Xian even more flustered.
She hurriedly pressed him down, "Wh... where are you trying to go?"
She thought Fang Xuan was going to run.
"Nowhere, Senior Sister. I'm just lying down so you can help me... clear the meridians?"
Fang Xuan looked at her innocently.
"Trying to run again, aren't you?" Ning Xian's rationality, under a certain impulse of desperation, snapped entirely.
A surge of boldness rose from her heart, and she simply hardened her resolve, leaning down to directly block Fang Xuan's mouth as he tried to speak more.
.......
Ning Xian closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling violently, as if this could help her escape reality.
Fang Xuan was stunned for a moment, then he lifted his hands, gently placing one on Ning Xian's waist while the other slid up her back to softly cradle the back of her head.
"Mmm~"
Ning Xian let out a soft gasp as she was held by his sudden response, and the hands that had been bracing against his sides went weak.
Her mind turned into a complete mess; yang poison, excuses—all of it flew out of her head.
.......
An unknown amount of time passed until both of them were breathing unevenly, and Fang Xuan finally pulled away slightly.
A glistening thread remained at the corner of their mouths, breaking under the moonlight.
Ning Xian’s eyes were misty and her breathing was shallow, not yet recovered from that long, deep kiss.
Seeing her like this, Fang Xuan’s gaze darkened, and he flipped over to press her beneath him.
Their positions were instantly reversed.
........
"Senior Sister," Fang Xuan lowered his head, moving close to her ear, his warm breath fanning across her sensitive earlobe.
"Tell me you want it..."
Ning Xian’s whole body trembled, her hands pressing against his chest with slight force as a sense of shame washed over her like a tide.
She subconsciously shook her head, her voice carrying a hint of a sob, "No... I can't, I'm the senior sister, mmm~"
That last short exclamation was because Fang Xuan had given her earlobe a gentle, punishing nip.
"I... I want it." Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's hum, nearly buried by her own rapid breathing.
But in this silent night, Fang Xuan heard it clearly.
"Senior Sister, your voice is too quiet."
Fang Xuan’s fingers traced her burning, slender waist as he spoke with a smile, "It wasn't even as loud as your... mmm~ just now."
Ning Xian was so ashamed she wished she could find a hole to crawl into; she buried her face in the crook of his neck and, in a fit of self-abandonment, raised her volume slightly, "I... I want it!"
.......
The moonlight shifted quietly, witnessing a room filled with the essence of spring.
.......
The next morning.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the bamboo window, spilling onto the floor.
Ning Xian blinked, feeling her eyelids were a bit heavy, with the familiar faint dark circles still beneath them.
Her waist and legs felt incredibly sore and weak, and her feet even trembled slightly when they touched the ground.
But her heart was filled with an indescribable sense of... fulfillment.
She stood up quietly, enduring the slight discomfort between her legs, and left the room after getting dressed.
In the courtyard, the morning light was dim and the air was fresh.
Fang Xuan was in the courtyard as usual, practicing his sword with a refreshed spirit.
Everything seemed the same as always, yet something felt different.
Watching him, the corners of Ning Xian’s mouth involuntarily curled upward into a gentle, faint smile.
It felt as if... everything had returned to the days they spent together on Sword Peak.
Peaceful, warm; one person practicing the sword, one person cooking.
However...
She quietly shifted her somewhat weak legs, a blush rising to her face.
It was just that these aftereffects were a bit obvious...
.......
"Um, Senior Sister... how about I help you?" Fang Xuan looked over and couldn't help but speak up.
"Don't move... I... I can walk by myself."
He watched Ning Xian walking while her legs trembled... and rubbed his nose awkwardly.
This wasn't really his fault... towards the end.
Senior Sister was the one who insisted...
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