If her little brain could think of a solution, she wouldn’t have had to be so bold as to share the resentment energy in his body.

Er’er frowned, absentmindedly placing light kisses on his chin while her thoughts wandered.

Qian Tian had once suggested a bad idea, telling her to ask Li Ye to open her seven meridians and eight vessels.

This wasn’t for entertainment. They also feared Li Ye and would only suggest this method to weaken his cultivation.

As if possessed, Er’er suddenly entertained a devious thought, but as soon as the idea arose, she hurriedly shook her head to suppress it.

No, no, offending the Supreme God would invite heavenly lightning.

Li Ye was close to her, and her head-shaking unexpectedly bumped his nose. He let out a low grunt and rolled back against the soft pillow.

“What’s wrong?” Er’er snapped back to reality, hurriedly sitting up and grabbing his sleeve.

Li Ye didn’t answer. He looked uncomfortable, his red robes now a deep crimson verging on black, and his entire aura unstable.

…

…

Er’er immediately grabbed his hand and concentrated on examining him.

It was terrible—the resentment energy inside him was surging like a rising tide, nearly overwhelming his immortal energy. She checked several meridians, all dominated by resentment energy.

If he didn’t expel some soon, it would be too late.

The suppressed idea resurfaced. Er’er looked up at him, her eyes shifting.

“What are you planning to do?” Li Ye glanced at her and asked.

Looking to the side guiltily, Er’er mumbled, “Nothing much.”

Lowering his gaze to her hand on his collar, Li Ye raised an eyebrow. “You call this nothing?”

Mustering her courage, extending her small paws to pull his collar down further, Er’er’s face flushed red as she said with little confidence, “I’m just looking…”

She had only read in novels about villains taking advantage of virtuous women, but no one had told her how virtuous women could take advantage of a Supreme God. Perhaps, roughly, it involved pulling at his collar like this?

Failing that, she could bring her head closer and bite him.

Thinking and acting simultaneously, she glanced at his expression while crossing the line of propriety, silently praying to the heavens: this was not meant as an offense, but to save all living beings, a selfless act, a heroic deed!

The more she justified it, the less her conscience seemed to hurt. Er’er took a deep breath, pulled him down, and planted a kiss on his throat.

Li Ye: “…”

A dark tide surged in his misty eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed, but he still mocked her: “If you don’t know how, don’t try to imitate.”

“Who says I don’t? I know how.” As if her reverse scale had been touched, the person in his arms immediately bristled, forcefully pushing him back into the soft bedding, angrily raising her head to kiss him.

Li Ye comfortably accepted this intimacy, afterward lowering his eyes to admire how she panted with confusion.

Her hand still gripped his collar, her lips as pink as cherry blossoms touched by water, her eyes misty and looking somewhat dazed.

With just this little skill, she dared claim she knew how.

Rolling his eyes, Li Ye asked her, “Still unwilling to tell the truth?”

Er’er shook her head, bit her lip, closed her eyes, and reached for her collar.

Li Ye didn’t stop her, but merely extended his hand to create an extremely solid barrier, completely blocking the screaming death resentment from outside.

Suddenly, the surroundings became so quiet that even the sound of a falling pin would be audible.

Er’er’s face reddened further. She couldn’t help but form hand seals first, turning everything pitch black.

In the darkness, Li Ye could only see her pair of eyes, blinking repeatedly. Her cold little hands caressed his collar, moving downward.

He suddenly reached out to stop her.

Er’er didn’t have much courage to begin with, and being blocked by him suddenly made her face hot enough to boil an egg. She hurriedly withdrew her hand and pressed her lips tightly together.

She wanted to turn and run, but before she could move, everything suddenly began spinning.

Li Ye carried her to the pillow, his nose brushing against her ear, saying disdainfully, “How impressive.”

Her eyes grew hot, and Er’er responded with a soft “Mm.” Tears fell from the corners of her eyes into the pillow.

Someone raised a hand to wipe away her tear tracks.

Then his body covered hers, intimate and inseparable.

…

In the heat of passion, Er’er cried out in shame.

Li Ye paused slightly, asking hoarsely, “Are you uncomfortable?”

“No.” Sobbing as she clutched his arm, Er’er sincerely reflected, “I feel I’m too shameless, taking advantage of your situation.”

Forget saving all living beings or selfless sacrifice—she simply wanted to be with him; she just liked him.

Li Ye smiled, opening his mouth to bite the light mole on the back of her neck.

At that moment, who was taking advantage of whom didn’t matter at all.

He could feel the immortal energy and death resentment in his body flowing toward her like a broken dam. If it were any other Supreme God, they would surely be heartbroken—tens of thousands of years of cultivation, the perfect material for transcendence, how could they bear to give it away easily?

But he thought it didn’t matter. Not because this little creature was particularly important to him, but because even if he, Li Ye, lost half his cultivation, it would still be enough to handle anything.

Giving to her wasn’t a loss; he would recover it anyway.

***

The ink-black night within the barrier faded away.

Er’er, like a well-cooked shrimp, curled up in the blankets, sleeping soundly. Li Ye idly played with the ends of her hair, a faint smile in his eyes.

She turned over, taking the strands of hair from his hand. Li Ye made a displeased clicking sound and reached out to pull her back.

The movement was a bit forceful. Er’er suddenly awoke, her unfocused eyes abruptly meeting his, then blinking as her pupils gradually contracted.

“Eh?” She tilted her head, seemingly curious about why he was there.

Li Ye’s good mood throughout the night suddenly vanished.

“What?” He narrowed his eyes. “You don’t remember me?”

Her empty mind gradually filled with indescribable memories. Er’er’s face turned bright red as she clutched the corner of the blanket and whispered, “I remember.”

“When we first met, I told you not to take crooked paths, but to cultivate steadily and properly,” Li Ye said with a serious expression, pretending to sigh. “I never thought you would eventually harbor devious thoughts.”

Hearing this, Er’er felt extremely ashamed and stammered, “Is there any way to return the cultivation to you?”

“Hmm.” Stroking his chin as if in troubled thought, Li Ye finally said after a long pause, “Another round might open the door to reversal.”

Er’er: “…”

If these words had come from anyone but Li Ye, she would suspect he was trying to take advantage.

But coming from him, Er’er felt that perhaps he was offering her an advantage.

Would agreeing too quickly seem eager and shameless? Her eyes darted around as she pulled the blanket over her head.

Li Ye raised an eyebrow. Just as he was about to continue setting his trap, he saw a small paw extend from the edge of the blanket, gently scratching at his arm.

Tsk.

He was too shameless, tricking such a naive fool. Heavenly lightning would surely strike him sooner or later.

Sighing and shaking his head, Li Ye smiled and obediently allowed himself to be “scratched” into the brocade blanket.