Mu Xuan's post-traumatic stress went on for a few months, during which he spent his days indulging in affectionate behavior with Yao Si. After expending an immense effort, she had finally managed to elevate him from a pure, naive boy who would blush at the slightest touch to a man that could share the same bed with her without a flinch. He even managed to button up her deliberately opened top.
"..."
But even after sharing the same bed for a couple of months, nothing exciting had happened. Everything remained innocent.
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From the start, Yao Si had been dropping hints aggressively, but as time passed, her shyness morphed into anger, her actions turning more forceful. However, Mu Xuan would always stop her at the very last second, putting a stop to all her advances. There were times he would even tap on his ability.
Yao Si could feel a dagger ripping through her heart every night, the blood loss enough to fill a river.